I like to write when the time is perfect.
Not one second before – and truthfully – not one second later. It only works when the time is perfect.
When is the perfect time?
Good question. I struggle with that everyday.
Usually – it’s after I have done everything else.
Cleaned the house. Finished the to do list. Run errands. Read every book in the house. Taken a shower. Gone to the bathroom. Twice. Looked at every website that has every existed. Started a new website. Gone to the gym. Stared into space. Taken a nap. Walked the dog. Talked philosophy with the wife. Made a list of my shortcomings. Made a list of reasons to start writing. Made a list of lists. Cried. Watched TV shows I’ve never heard of. Played legos with my son. Fought with my daughter. Talked to my dog. For hours.
Then – if the inspiration is there….
Not too long – cause it might become a habit. Not too short – although – when writing – how much is too short? I consider each sentence a victory…
And then I feel so good. So good, I spend the rest of the week celebrating how great it was to write something a week ago. I think about how nice those scenes turned out – and how proud I am that I pulled some crazy conflicted scene out of my tired beat down brain – and I rejoice all week…
Until the dread returns that its time to write again.
Now all I have to do is wait for the perfect moment….