Making Time to Write

When I got up this morning, I took my daily pharmacy, threw on clothes, and headed straight to Starbucks. I have phone calls and appointments scheduled every freakin' day this week, and it can drive me crazy sometimes.

Oh, I get some writing in on those busy days. Ten minutes here. Fifteen minutes there. Everything squeezed in between a bunch of other stuff.

However, if I can sit down for a quiet two and a half hours, I hit my word goal for the day, and any other words are pure gravy. I'm not getting a lot of gravy words lately, and it irritates me.

You see, writing isn't work to me. From my point of view, it's not much different than reading another author's book during some quiet time. It's peaceful. Enjoyable. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Why? Because when I outline every freaking step, my brain thinks, "Hey, the story's done! Let's go write a different." I have to pants the writing so it feels fresh and exciting to my brain. Pantsing makes writing fun!

I find it amusing that other writers bitch and moan about working so hard. My thought is if you don't like writing, if it's too difficult to do, why are you doing it?