I have a bad habit of wasting time. Then I complain about not having any time to accomplish the things I want to do, namely write. This blog, a monthly essay for Baseball Reflections, the occasional piece for Chopsticks NY, and as many articles as possible for examiner.com create a long writing to-do list that weighs heavily on my mind. That's why I was drawn to "Finding the Time," a Writer Unboxed blog post by Twilight of Avalon author Anna Elliott. In the post Elliott describes how she balances her writing career with the responsibilities of raising two young daughters. After reading the challenges Elliott's writing endures in the midst of nursing and baking muffins, I felt as if I had no right to complain. Living a child-free existence, I have no little ones pulling me in different directions.
It's at this point the defensive side of me reasoned that Elliott is a full-time writer. That's what she does. What about me – and others like me – who want to be writers but have jobs that have nothing to do with writing? Being a graphics operator for live, televised sporting events presents interesting demands to my schedule. I work mostly nights, weekends, and holidays. My schedule changes frequently; no two work weeks are the same. I work until 11:00 p.m. on Friday and have to be back at work at 8:00 a.m. the next day. Finding time to write – and to write well – causes me great angst.
I have a friend who, like Elliott, has two daughters. As a freelancer in the sports television industry, her work schedule looks a lot like mine. Still, she manages to care for her husband and children, keep a household in order, and run a photography business on the side. Yet I still complain about not having enough time to write.
Let's see . . . I have most mornings free, no children, a low-maintenance cat, and an even lower maintenance husband who does the bulk of the housework and doesn't demand that I cook dinner. How can I possibly complain about not having any time? It's because that's the easiest excuse for not writing. It's easy for me to blame work and to claim that my best ideas pop into my head precisely at the moment I need to type a few statistics for a Yankees or a Mets game. Complaining is easier than doing.
I decided to air out my complaints and favorite excuses and find the solutions for "Finding the Time" for myself.
It takes me an hour to get to work! Then stop playing Scrabble and write on the train! It's not like I'm driving and have to concentrate on the road. If I have to stand, I can type into my iPhone.
- How can I get enough sleep, go to the gym, and write all in the same day that I also have to work from 1:00 p.m. until midnight? Do I really need eight hours of sleep? Wake up earlier or write late at night after work. I've done it before, so I should be able to create – and stick to – a schedule like that on a regular basis.
- But what about the laundry? And the dishes? And the office with its stack(s) of who knows what on the desk? I'm the luckiest girl in the world for having a man who doesn't mind cleaning the bathroom. Seriously, I can't tell you when I last scrubbed the toilet. Laundry? I live in New York City. I don't actually do my laundry. Yao's Excellent Laundry and Dry Cleaning takes care of that for me. The dishes will get done when we run out of spoons for oatmeal. And the office? Well, I really should take a couple of hours to eliminate that clutter. But, as Elliott says in her blog, "My house may one day be as clean as I'd like it to be." And mine will, too, but not at the expense of hanging out with the hubby or sitting down at the computer when the words and creativity are flowing.