Sounds like a great title, right? I should be launching right about now into an exciting discourse on time travel, or temporal streams, or the space-time continuum, right?
Actually, what I'm blogging on is time itself. Finding the time to write is a challenge for every writer. Seems like there's always another email to answer, or a promo activity to bite into. Then there's the world outside your head that wants its own attention.
My solution is ten-minute pushes. If I can sit down for ten minutes and type a sentence, I feel like I've accomplished something, and my brain is now free to jump up again and do the laundry (or search that one websie, or whatever). But those same ten minutes can seem like forever if the words aren't coming. I literally get fidgety when I can't click, or get up and pick at a snack. And yet ten minutes aren't anything if I'm on a roll. I look up and the timer has dinged and gone, and my butt's cramping from sitting on one leg for so long.
But a handful of good ten-minute pushes makes for a great day. I can't say that I've had a great day today, but at least I can go to sleep knowing that I made progress.
And that's a good feeling.