Writing is a game of inches. One word added is one more word than what you had before, bringing that work one inch closer to completion. I used to try and write as I found time. Now, as I've gotten older, I feel like I'm playing against some kind of game clock. I don't know how much time is left on that clock, but I sure as heck don't want it to hit zero before I've done everything I needed to do. No matter how busy I am, I have to MAKE myself write one paragraph a day. That's it. Bare minimum. Of course the goal is to do leaps and bounds more, but if I can commit to a few lines of prose a day at the very least, I continue forward progress. In football, no team expects to get a first down on first and ten when it's a running play, but even a one-yard gain will set them up nicely for the next play.
I've been thinking about time a lot lately. How we use it, how we misuse it. As I'm writing this right now, my son is making a smoothie from scratch. He is taking the time to cut up the fruit and get it all perfectly blended and whatnot. Before this, he was shooting baskets on the nerf hoop in his room. He's basically doing ANYTHING he can to keep from the real task at hand which is getting his homework done. He's got a lot that needs to get done by Friday evening (tomorrow), but he somehow thinks he has all the time in the world. Little does he know, the clock is ticking. Tomorrow will come and go and, the longer, he waits, the more the pressure of completion builds and the harder things become.
Time is what we make it. We make time for the things in our lives that we consider a priority. I'm happy and proud to report that, after spending a great amount of time on it, I finally finished my short story "Dying Embers" and submitted it to the Writers of the Future contest. Feels good to get that out of the way finally...Now, I can focus the majority of my efforts on The Last Human Chef which is progressing slowly but surely.
I'm just a kid that loves to write, taking full advantage of the time God has given me.