What If I Don’t Have the Time to Write?
Just not write? Is that the option?
I get it.
You’ve got to drag out the typewriter. You’ve got to go find some typing paper. You’ve got to call your friends and explain you won’t be at the bowling alley today.
You may even have to call your boss and explain to him that you are going to take a “trying to improve my life” day today, and listen to a bunch of crap from him.
It’s exhausting even before you start to create, (except for the story you created for your boss.)
I’ve been there. I call it my “Smith-Corona era tour.”
A little background.
When I was growing up, my dad had several tried-and-true “failure sayings” he could rattle off at me when he felt I needed that kind of “boost.”
“You bit off more than you could chew.”
“You defecated too close to your nest.”
“You made your bed, now you have to lie in it.”
He was big on those, and once, accidentally, he came up with one positive expression.
He said, “You can put up with ANYTHING for a semester.”