I follow a Facebook group called 10-Minute Novelists. The idea is that you can find some time to write even in the busiest day.
I don’t have time to follow the comments in the group.
I have over 500 followers on Twitter, and I follow over 600 accounts. Most of them are writers. I do post, but usually in a five-minute spurt via Hootsuite the night before.
And I don’t have time to keep up with my feed.
I started two new jobs this week, I go to a sports practice twice a week, and I’m going to be out all day Saturday from 5:00 am until 10:00 at night. I’m on my way out the door in five minutes, and I’m writing this right now because I have five minutes and I already had some notes.
Why do I have time for that?
I just joined an online science fiction writing class. I scheduled time to attend it via Google Hangout on Sunday night. I was one of the first people to submit a story for critique, and I had time to do a fast-write or two in between times.
Why did I have time for that?
Nobody has any time. You can’t have time. It owns itself.
What you have is choice. You can choose to do something. Stop worrying about how little time you have.
All you have is now. This moment. You can’t live in yesterday, you can’t live in tomorrow or even in the next moment. What you have is anxiety about time.
What are you going to do now? What’s your choice? Why not write?
Why are you reading this? Turn off your computer. Go do a timed writing. Set a timer for ten minutes, and start with a weird sentence. Let your mind wander. Keep your hand moving, as Natalie Goldberg says. * Ten minutes is a long time. ==========================================
*Here’s a prompt from my file: The vast man, carrying a shopping bag, lifted his cane and tapped the metal bollards set in the sidewalk. You can start with that. Or you can start with “When I got off the bus, two men were out on my street carrying natural-gas detectors and poles, waiting for people to come home from work.” Or, “The jar lid rattled, all by itself on the counter.”