If you’ve read the last few posts here, you likely already know that I’ve been having a hard time getting back to writing on a regular basis. If you’ve been reading my blog for any amount of time, you also know that I’ve written a few times about the fact that a writer must make time for writing, no matter how busy days get to be.
Life gets in the way of the things we love the most sometimes. It should never be an excuse. I’m also willing to admit that I’ve used it more times than should be allowed.
Work leaves me so tired that I don’t have the energy to write when I get home.
I’m too tired to write.
I have other things I should be doing.
The list goes on and on. The trick, as we all know, is to stop adding to it and just go write.
I haven’t been good at that lately, and I have writer friends who’ve noticed. Rather than sit back and silently judge me when I’ve said I’m too busy to write (or used any number of other excuses), they’ve all called me out on it.
“Did you really just say you’re too busy?”
That was all I needed.
Sometimes, that’s all it takes.