Disclaimer: I'm not going to say anything about the quality of my day job. That's not in question here. This is only about how it applies to my other work. What I consider my real work. My writing. Apply this to yours as you see fit. It's really hard to work 8 hours a day, drive 2 hours a day and still find enough time to write anything of substance. I'm still writing every day, but the last month of my calendar is flooded with just "Blog Post" over and over again. It doesn't look much like I'm a scriptwriter nowadays.
That's a problem.
I want to get back to writing my movies, but at the same time, it's really nice being able to pay bills. And seeing people I love is important. Where does writing fit in to an already crammed schedule?
The answer, simply, is that it fits in where it has to. I'm just not giving writing its due time and I'm the only one I can blame.
Thoughts of Indy Film keep lingering in my head and I write them down, but I haven't put them to the page yet. I need to get to it. The story is there and I'm avoiding it.
Why do I self-defeat so often? What am I afraid of? Not having enough time to watch a movie at the end of the day?
Well, yes, I think. I've been trained that I need to unwind and I've trained myself that writing isn't relaxing, so it doesn't fit.
Let's do ourselves a favor and enjoy our real work again. Let's relax while we write, laugh while we paint, think about life's little mysteries while we dance. We owe it to ourselves to do something we love every day.
Because what's the other option? Quitting our jobs so we can write when we feel like it? All the while presumably living on the streets? Well, it's getting colder.
We make time for what we want to make time for. I don't know about you, but it's time I stop letting my day job be something keeping me from my work.