Weekends are just tough to find time to write. One would think there’s all this extra time, but it gets filled up pretty quick. Dinner, movie, car repair, family gathering, horse lesson, dinch (lunch/dinner), homework, housework, DVR, reading about writing... like one’s possessions tend to fill one’s residential storage space, one’s weekend activities tend to fill the nooks and crannies of one’s allotted hours.
That’s BS. We both know it. With a little extra effort, I could find lots of time to write. In fact, I was just reading an issue of the Writer that had multiple feature articles about finding time to write, balancing family and freelancing. I was falling asleep while reading, but that’s beside the point… I’m not here to make excuses. This blog is a vehicle to get my fingers moving. To be a writer, one has to actually write. A lot. Even if I am writing about not writing, it’s SOMETHING.
2009 is indeed going to be a year of change, and it starts with the discharge of self-deception.
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Anyone know the song from which the title quote comes?
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