What it takes…

I love to write.

There aren’t many other activities I enjoy as much as I love to write. I’ve always loved it. I remember the first story I wrote was about my friends the bunnies living in the field behind my house. I was 4-5 (I’ll have to check with my older brother who has a memory like a steel sieve), when I had my bunny friends, and a Sophomore in High School (go Hawks!) when I wrote it.

Based on true events. Not the bunnies… I had a great hallucinatory imagination when I was little. I could see them… and talk to them… and they talked to me.

I digress.

It takes commitment and some sacrifice to be a writer. I write 6 days a week. Sometimes 7. And when I sit down to exercise my fingers on my keyboard I’m invested for multiple hours an evening. Sometimes into early morning. Several 1-2 a.m. late night sessions. Like right now. It’s 10p.m. and I’m still at it. I take a break at dinnertime and then for The Little’s bedtime (most nights, tbh) then I get back at it. I have a VERY supportive spouse who wants to see me succeed as a writer and who understands the time commitment required. If you don’t have that—it’s an uphill battle. I get it. If staying up late brings contention, try getting up early to spend time writing—even if it’s 15 minutes a day. Crank something out every day.