It’s been a good month or so since I last wrote anything of value. At least, it feels like that long – feels like longer though logically I know it’s not. I’ve had many periods in my life where writing was an unshakable habit. Where I wrote no matter what else was going on. Newborns, sleepless nights, pain, misery, sickness. Academics gets in the way of my creativity like nothing else can though, so it’s an uphill battle right now.
I find it impossible to write creatively while I write academically, but now that the latest batch of assignments are out of the way I’m trying to get back to work on my novel. It’s a struggle, really. But I know I’ve done this before, and I’ll do it again after the next lot of assignments, and the last lot after that. I just wish that re-forming the writing habit got easier with time.
It does not.
So, here I am, reminding myself that I can do this. I can sit down tomorrow morning, find a space of time where the kids are busy with something else and write until I hit 500 words. Because while it’s not tonnes, I know it’s entirely achievable. And I know it will get me a long way towards finishing the scene I am working on right now. And that if I do the same the next day, I’ll probably finish the scene – and that those two little bits of progress will get me MUCH closer to my goal. I will only have two scenes to revise and then I’ll be done. And that is pretty epic.
I can do it. And if I can do it, then you can do it too. Break those goals down and take the first little step.