I always told myself… “I can’t find time to write”…and … “I would write more if I could just find big blocks of time.”
I would tell myself this all the time, probably because it’s comforting. It’s reassuring to believe that my circumstances are against me and that I would write a lot if only my schedule had a few more big chunks of time to devote to writing.
And my writer friends would usually be understanding and even be sympathetic because they have a hard time finding time to write, too!
But just because we can bask in the frustration together doesn’t mean we are helping each other.
I finally had to face the truth...
These chains that held me captive and prevented me from being a writer who actually writes had to be broken.
I would watch others around me publish blog post after blog post, book after book, and article after article…all the while I was still binge writing (and eating too many carbs)… trying to ‘find’ more time to write.
I was fed up, frustrated, and to be honest, sinking into a self-made depression.
My inability to write consistently was killing my self-esteem.
…Would I ever finish my work(s) in progress?
…Would I ever be remembered for anything?
…Would I ever be more than a “someday” writer?
…Would I end up with a lifetime of regret over words unwritten?