As Gene Wilder said in the older version of “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory,” “So much time. So little to do.”
Or… was it the other way around?
Whatever. My point is that now I’m all hot to start incorporating some of the suggestions of my new CPs (that’s “Critique Partners,” in case you weren’t sure—I wasn’t!) in my not-yet-sold-or-published novel. So why don’t I just get busy and write?
First there's this darn “day job” that pays all my bills. Well… it pays some quicker than others. But eventually they all get paid.
(OMG! I just remembered—my boss reads this blog!!)
Greg, uh, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I love my job! I need it. Honest!
Anyway, I have a lot of demands on my time. Many of them are related to my main job, and thus very important. (See, Greg? Really!)
Of course, then there’s golf. I’m sure you all realize that the only reason I play golf so often is because Carol enjoys it so much. I’m just doing my duty, being a good husband and escorting my wife during her preferred recreation activity so we can spend that quality time together.
So you see, it’s a chore I just HAVE to find time for every weekend. I owe Carol at least that much.
Oh! Let’s not forget blogging. And reading the other blogs on my blogroll. And, of course, browsing at least a few NEW blogs each day just to keep in touch with what’s out there.
And since I get up at 4:45 each morning I am thus completely worthless by 10 at night. (Some would say that state begins a lot earlier that 10 p.m. In fact some say it's constant.) Anyway, late-night writing sessions are out.
What to do? What to do?
I’ll ponder this dilemma for a while. But if you notice that sometimes I miss a day putting something new on “Romantic Ramblings,” just assume that I’m being diligent getting my manuscript revised again. Or readying a new query letter to tempt an agent, if Lantz opts out of representing me. Or otherwise pursuing my dream of being a published author.
Time. Where does it go?
"I want to fly like an eagle, to the sea..."