I’ve spent a lot of time wanting to write a book.
I mean most people want to do something creative with their lives: Rockstars, Painter, Opera Singers, Broadway whatever. I wanted to be Stephen King.
My biggest issue is that although the ideas are there, the drive is there, the need is there. I- just am not doing it.
You only get good at something if you practice at it. Practice makes better and at this point I’m still writing like my Freshman year of college. But I realize it really comes down to time, I mean I’m trying to write in the middle of helping customers, it’s not exactly “distraction free”.
And I don’t write when I get home because I have things to do there as well and I’m asleep within 4 to 5 hours of arriving so it’s not like I’ve got the time.
I know, I know “Jess you have to make time!” Shut up, there are only 24 hours in a day and 16 of em are taken by sleeping and working.