By Laura Drake
When this throwdown was first suggested, all the WITS Bloggers assumed I’d take the Sweaty side. I don’t want to think about what that says about me. Or my deodorant.
Why? Because I get up at 3 am to write before work? That I do it on weekends too? Because writing and getting published is the single most important thing in my life right now? (If you know my husband, do not call him – there’s money in it for you.)
I get the feeling sometimes that people hate me for my writing habits. No, really. When the subject comes up, they glare at me, or they look guilty and sidle away.
But please, before you do that – read the following:
You do not have to get up early, or stay up until the ungodly hour of nine to put in sweat equity.
- I know busy moms who back their SUV up to the soccer field and write – looking up now and again to shout encouragement to their kids.
- I know retired people who lock themselves in their office, not emerging until their word count for the day is in the bag.
- My husband met an 80 year old guard at the badge-check booth of an Aerospace firm, who penned “City Slickers” while on the job (honest-to-God truth.)
- Many writers get their best ideas in the shower (no, not the sex scenes, either.)
- I don’t have a muse. Don’t believe in them. If I did have one, she’d be a saggy old broad, smoking a cigarette and giving me the finger.
It’s not about the time of day. It’s not about the ambiance of your writing space. It isn’t even about butt in the chair.
It’s about wanting something. Wanting something bad enough to put in the hours, tears, years, and enough sweat equity to buy the city you live in.
It’s just as hard and simple as that.
If you set a goal, want it bad enough, AND you enjoy the journey to get there, you will.
So, all that remains is for you to decide how best to enjoy the journey while you’re waiting, right? That means finding a schedule that works best for you. Morning, evening, or stolen minutes between . . . it doesn’t matter. I don’t get a gold star for getting up early. You don’t get one for staying up late.
What we both will get if we keep at it, is a book in our hand, with our name on it.
So what if it’s a little damp and sweaty-smelling?
That’s the smell of success, people!