Since I last blogged here, my life has changed drastically. I am living every writer’s dream (well, one of their dreams): living abroad without having to work for a living, all the time in the world to write.
Oh, if only I could say I was using that time well.
You see, last year I met the most amazing man. Things were going well, and he got a job offer in Finland. After some discussion and frantic planning, we got married and we both moved to Finland.
Unable to work, I am now a housewife. With no kids to fill my time. From 8 in the morning until 6 at night, I am free to do whatever my heart desires. My job, my husband says, is to write. He has full faith in my ability to write a best-selling novel and have it off to an agent by the end of the year. He is my biggest supporter, my loudest cheerleader, my most enthusiastic reader.
In the six months I’ve been a full time writer, I don’t feel like I’ve accomplished anything. I started to finish one work in progress, but got stuck and didn’t feel like it had as much potential as another WIP. So I started working on finishing that WIP, and I’m stuck again. I have two other stories in my head begging to be let out, but I feel the need to get something finished rather than start anew. After all, I’ll never get published if I never finish anything.
I told my husband the other day that if I let loose on the two new ideas in my head, I could have 50k words pounded out in a couple of weeks. I would feel (and be able to show him) that I had been productive. It’s this finishing thing I have a problem with.
I am also, remarkably, fairly busy. The other ex-pat wives I know are just as surprised as I am by that. We don’t work, we don’t have kids, and yet we are busy all day. Not with shopping and watching TV and lunch with the girls that lasts for hours, but with the normal housework and errands you always have – dusting, laundry, dishes, mopping; going to the grocery store, the bank, the insurance company. It’s often after 3 before I have a free moment, and then I think, “Oh, I have to start cooking dinner in a bit, I don’t want to get immersed in something I can’t really devote the time to.” You know, like figuring out how to connect Plot Point 1 to Plot Point 2. Honestly, I have no idea how I got anything accomplished when I actually worked 40 hours a week.
Time to turn things around. Time to make myself a job, with tasks and deadlines and goals.
Because that is my job.
Goal/Task #1: blog every day. Whether it’s here on this blog, or on my other blog about life as an ex-pat, I will blog every day. My deadline is midnight my time.
Goal/Task #2: From 9am-11am every day, I will work on finishing my WIP. And only that. No dishes, no laundry, no dusting – only writing.
GoalTask #3: I will actively join a writing group. No lurking allowed.
Do you have suggestions on how to make yourself work as a writer? Please share!