Is he, or she?
No, we have any number of other functions, so the notion we can sit down all day every day and just write is a misnomer.
I know for a fact I can’t.
I have jobs to do around the house, and therein lies the problem.
I sit down, once the jobs for that part of the day are done, and fire up the computer, or sometimes sharpen the pencils.
Then, free to write, it’s like starting the lawnmower, wait till it settles into a steady rhythm, and then, as you begin to mow the lawn, it runs out of petrol.
Yes, that’s happened to me a few times, and only goes to highlight the other problems.
When you have to do something else, your mind is happily working on the book, story, article, piece, or whatever, and then, when you sit down, your mind is on the next lot of chores.
Only the most disciplined mind can separate the two so that each allotted timed time is allotted to the task.
Me, I suck at that.
Like now. I want to get on with one of my longer stories, and my mind is telling me I have to write a blog post.
So, I’m writing the blog post.
I know that tomorrow I’m not going to get much writing time because the grandchildren are over for a mini stay and we’re going to see Doolittle.
But, can I get it done now?
No. In the background, the Australia vs India one day cricket match is murmuring, and we’re not doing so good. It’s a necessary distraction, but I still haven’t learned to multitask.
Perhaps it’s too late for that.
Anyway, I got to go. We just got a wicket, and the tide is turning.