I’ve been trying to stay motivated with my writing lately, especially when everything I read basically tells me that “you’ll never have more time to write than now.” But, I’m not sure if that’s true. Life is so crazy right now that I have to believe I will eventually have more time to write than now.
Someday, I imagine, I’ll sit in a coffee shop all day and just write. Instead of writing feeling like something I do in stolen moments, it will have an important place in my daily life. Now, I’m sure a lot of people feel this way, which is probably where the above saying came from, but I honestly believe I’ll achieve this dream of mine.
Until then, however, I am going to continue striving to make writing a part of my life, even if it falls to the background sometimes. I’ll take pride in the one or two pages I get written each day, because at least it means I haven’t given up. Even if my writing isn’t always at the level I want it to be at, and even if I spend half the time I have for writing re-reading what I wrote the day before, I’ll try to be proud of myself.