Good
morning, afternoon, evening, night; whatever time of day you’re reading
this. Since my last post was written I’ve done approximately 300 words
of writing, so massively off target. Which
saddens me greatly, but I’m still trying to find the time to fit
writing into my schedule. It battles with work, which I basically have
to do, going to the gym, which I don’t
have to do but it certainly helps my dieting, and having a social
life, which is again not absolutely necessary but still important to
me. Previously I would have done it in the time I now spend at the gym
but since I can’t spare that I have had to find
other times to do it.
So
this entry is about making time! This is an area of scientific study
that has not been wholly explored yet, so really what I mean is
budgeting time. If we suppose you get seven days a week
and twenty-four hours in each day, this gives you one hundred and
sixty-eight hours a week to budget. In my case I work nine hours for
five days a week and sleep an average of seven hours a day for seven
days a week, which leaves me with a paltry seventy-four
hours a week spare. Working into that an hours travel time for each
work day to cover the journey there and back, my free time is whittled
down even further to sixty-nine hours a week.
While
this could be seen as an auspicious number, it is less than half of my
weekly hour amount. I then spend an hour and a half in the gym four
times a week, for a total of six hours which
lowers my total to sixty-three. So I spend over one hundred hours a
week on things I cannot really avoid. On the flip side, this leaves me
with sixty-three hours a week in which I can do anything I want! And
that is quite a long time, realistically – to put
it into context, I could feasibly have another full time job, or double
the length of time I spend asleep, and still have time left over. So
what eats away at this considerable amount of free time?
Firstly,
everyone needs time to themselves. Relaxation is a very important
element of a person’s day-to-day wellbeing; if you don’t make time for
yourself you’re not really living for you. So
some of it is spent on that – an amount I cannot specify,
unfortunately, since it can and will vary. I could do some writing in
this time but I stand by my belief that if it feels like I’m forcing
myself to write then I won’t enjoy it and, worse, the quality
of my writing will suffer. Don’t let this stop you; write anyway. I
have a friend who made himself write something,
anything, on a Saturday morning between nine and eleven just so
he was doing some. It didn’t matter what he wrote, whether it was for a
main piece or not – it just mattered that he wrote. Writing is like
exercise – you might not want to do it to begin
with but once you’re into the flow of the script you’ll find it pretty
easy to continue.
Secondly,
nearly everyone has friends and like any relationship friends need
maintenance. Some less than others but the other fact to consider here
is that nearly everyone enjoys spending time
with their friends. Could this be included in relaxation time? Quite
possibly, but as a self-confessed introvert I sometimes find it
difficult to recharge and recuperate while in social situations. Either
way it is fairly rude to begin writing while meeting
up with friends unless that is what you’ve met up to do. Writing is
usually an insular activity especially when you have a brilliant idea in
mind and other people don’t accept the sheer amazing power of your
vision – which sounds grand, but I think everyone
has come up with an idea they think is absolutely perfect and any
suggestion that it is less than that is both gutting and
bitterness-inducing. After a particular experience like this I call
these jellyfish-moments, which helps me diffuse my frustration with
them. At some stage I will give examples of them to demonstrate.
So,
for the sake of the maths I’ve used here, I will slash my remaining free
time by two thirds. This leaves me with twenty-one unassigned hours.
Let’s put that in perspective: I write at fifty-two
words a minute when I know what I’m writing. We’ll lower that to forty
for the sake of bio-breaks and pauses for thought. Sixty minutes in an
hour means that at three-thousand, one hundred and twenty words per hour
without breaks or two-thousand four hundred
words with breaks. So in my twenty-one unassigned hours a week, I could
potential write a massive fifty-thousand, four hundred words a week –
or, if I really pushed myself, a stupendous sixty-five thousand five
hundred and twenty. That’s a whole book! Or the
better part of a novel! And all it would require would be three hours a
night spent writing.
Obviously, this is sounds too good to be true – and, sadly, it is. If I
enforced this regime it would make me a recluse, which is not something I
want to be. Despite being an introvert I still
like going out and seeing people; not all of us eschew human contact
simple because we are not extroverted. So the above equation and plan is
a bit of a jellyfish (BAM! Already an example). But that doesn’t mean
it doesn’t have merit as a theory. Could I not
give one hour a day over for writing? Easily. I could even do some
while I eat.
This
is because writing as an activity is not simply throwing words out on a
page in a vaguely prose format. It can include brainstorming, note
making, editing, doodling or even throwing out ideas
and/or pages. It’s all part of the creative process and it all
progresses you towards your ultimate goal: Fame and fortune through
brilliant literary feats.
So I
am going to start today spending an hour a day focusing on my writing.
It doesn’t even have to be all at once – snatches of time you get free
at work can be used to scribble down some notes
furiously while you’re manager isn’t looking and then a half hour once
you have some time to yourself to collate them and make sure they are
actually all helpful and remove anything that is too jellyfish like. I
urge you to do the same, if you want to keep
writing, start writing or even just dabble in it. It doesn’t have to be
linked, it doesn’t have to be perfect; it just has to be written.
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