[The following blog was first published at mylifemybooksmyescape on Monday Aug. 29th, 2016.]
The universe is trying to keep you from writing. It will
throw all manner of distraction and chaos at you, bind you with obligations--girlfriends
who cry neglect, boyfriends who threaten to step out on your monogamy, bosses
who insist that your not getting the work done in 40 hours is your fault not
the workload. You will try to reason with the universe, work out a mutual
arrangement where you borrow three hours here and two hours there to ply your
craft--but the universe is a fickle bitch that knows full well you need
uninterrupted blocks of time with which to craft your tales--time to let your
story ferment and then time for revisions. You need a thousand hours to write two
hundred decent pages. Lie to the universe, steal the time you need, sacrifice
personal pleasure and socializing, and then maybe...maybe, you will have a
story of note at the end of the run.
