People often ask where I find time to write and where did I get the inspiration? My reply is very simple. I make time. I always loved to write, and I believe my desire stemmed from a combination of two factors:
1. God planted the seed in my heart,
2. We had a newspaper reporter in our family.
Mother had a major influence on me. She used my poems to fill the blank spaces between columns, even though I wrote in English, yet it was a French newspaper in a very French community.
At fourteen, I joined a pen pal club, and ended up with forty new friends from all over the world. I had a strong desire to write, to tell a story, and at the time, that’s how I did it.
When I married and started a family, the desire God had given me lessened. Perhaps the busyness of being a wife and a mom to two very active boys set me back. After all, where does one find the time? Truth be told, I had time, but didn’t see it. Then a young writer helped me realize how much I had. She spoke of her
a. Twenty-minute bus commute to work, each way;
b. Two breaks and a half hour lunch;
c. One hour after the kids went to bed (No more, as she had chores to do);
d. One hour before everyone else got out of bed.
These are a few examples, but on a good day, she could write for nearly four hours. No editing or proofing. Just writing.
Granted, not everyone takes the bus, and or has an hour in breaks. Someone may be a single parent with more than two very active kids demanding your attention.
Regardless how we look at it, though, we all have twenty-four hours in the run of a day. How we use what some call “free time” may differ. The question to ask is how much do we really want to write? We might have to give up watching reruns of our favourite sitcom, or the new series starting up next week. We seem to find time for everything else, why not writing?
Think about this for a second: Writing only one page a day equals a 365-page novel at the end of the year. Tempting or what?
My first ever published work was a silly poem. At the time, it meant nothing for me to have my poem and pen name in the newspaper. However, when I published my first book, the journal of my 1998 short-term mission trip to Africa, the feeling of holding a printed copy in my hands was indescribable. Now, I have a fiction novel to add to my writing credits, and a true short story in an anthology. All because I made time to write.
If you really want to write, you can too. Try it! Go ahead, release the writer within you. Let it loose for one or two hours today. Then sit back and watch your masterpiece unfold.