“Lack of direction, not lack of time, is the problem. We all have twenty-four hour days.” from: Zig Ziglar
It’s in our blood. We love to write, but how motivated are we to get the words down.
My priorities are clear in my mind. Family comes first for me, so I’ll put writing fiction aside if I’m needed.
Life snowballs on me. And because busy days often become stressful days, they bring with them a deep need to write. It’s not fiction though. It’s venting, letting loose, or whatever you call it that pushes me to the computer to let my fingers do the talking. I’ll spend several minutes spewing like a volcano just getting rid of the crap I’ve bitten back throughout the day.
My lifelong coping mechanism to save my loved one from my biting snarkasm is to write to vent.
Fiction as therapy
I’m probably sharing more than I should here but, here I go anyway. At one point my life crumbled around me. (Realistically I know I’m not the only one who has faced this, but at the time it seemed as if I were.) For the first time, my life was beyond my control. I couldn’t fight it, I couldn’t change it, and I had to adapt to it.
Not something I’ve ever done before; not something I wish to do again.
I turned to writing, but this time writing didn’t make me feel better. All the writing in the world didn’t change a thing. No amount of venting or logic got me back on my feet. I needed something else this round; eventually, I turned to fiction.
I needed to escape, and I found my answer within the Writers of the Future Contest.
Writing saved me once again.
I pantsed it. I always pants the shorts. The next ten glorious days I focused on this story which I eventually polished and sent in. (Never won, but that’s no surprise.) It gave the time I needed to adapt to my circumstances. It let me glance up from the computer and cope one inch at a time until I was able to face my new life head on.
I don’t have to find time. It finds me. What motivates you to write?