Time

So I have this goal to write Four Gigs over 2013 – and I’m itching to write page one; I know what the first sentence is already, well maybe….

Katrin once told me that lying naked under a late August sun was like having a cosmic body fuck, like warm melted chocolate, as sweet as molasses.

BUT I’m feeling a little over wrought with excitement – there are so many words fighting for the first page.

So that’s exactly what I need this blog for, to calm my self down and gain some perspective with a mug of tea.

There is one thing that is bothering me though, and that is a concept called time…..

WHEN EXACTLY AM I GOING TO WRITE THE BLOODY THING?

You see, I am the following…

  1. Mother of one almost three-year old
  2. Wife
  3. Manager of dirty plates
  4. Picker-upper of dirty clothes
  5. Owner of not one, but three other blogs

So where am I going to magically carve out the time from then? The morning? Mmmmm not very functioning before 7.00 am. The evening? Possible with some deft juggling, but I’m partial to an early night too. I love my duvet. I love my sleep.

I think this is going to call for some heavy-handed discipline. To keep on track I would like to aim for 500-1000 words a day Рis that unrealistic? So I may have to bite the bullet and pencil in some early mornings, handy that spring is kind of around the corner Рwell lighter mornings anyway.  Hopefully, when the Little One starts attending additional mornings at the nursery this will afford extra writing time too.

When do you find the time to write the next chapter?