Over the last few weeks I've been fairly consumed with editing work. Which is good! Very, very good! But it has left me a tad depleted on the verbal front, not to mention reluctant to spend any more time in front of a computer screen than necessary. So I didn't work on my novel that much.
However, this wasn't the same kind of hiatus that I've allowed to happen in the past, because
I recalled some advice I read years ago. I really wish I could remember
who wrote this, but the gist was, even if you can't actually write,
find a way to "stay in touch with your writing." So I decided to do
that. At least once a day, for maybe fifteen minutes, I thought about my
novel--specifically, the point where I'd left off on my revisions. I
did this while making dinner, or just before going to sleep. I tried to
fully inhabit that place in my novel, without rushing off to take notes
or open the file on the computer. So as not to overload the experience
with layers of worry, I told myself I'd recall what I'd imagined when
the time came, and that the important thing was to be in that place, if
only for a few minutes every day.
That seems to have worked. Later in the week, and yesterday, I found an hour here or there
to actually open the file and work. And unlike in the past, when I just
shoved my own work completely aside in favor of the paid stuff, I was able to dive right back in. I did
remember what I'd thought of (and expanded on it). Also, I suspect that
setting aside the anxiety about not writing actually helped me find
time to work. I accepted that I might only have an hour, or less, but
that I could still do something with that time. I didn't spend time
lamenting the time I didn't have.
In short, I think worrying about not writing is worse than simply not writing.
This doesn't have to be an all-or-nothing enterprise, i.e. either you
have four hours a day to work, or you have nothing. Writing can happen
in the interstices. So find a way to stay in touch. That's my advice for