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Hour by Hour

Balance. It's a tough path to follow partly because the older we become the more life forces us to balance on our walk. As a kid, I had school, friends, family and playtime. Most of that worked out well together: I went to school and played with my friends at recess or after I finished my homework. As a teenager, sports (for me at least) were added to mix. I had a job in middle school that required some extra time, but since it was selling Christmas cards, I didn't have to travel to the job.

College added still more layers when I had to start making important decisions and managing my time effectively. Now, as an adult, I have businesses to run, relationships to maintain both near and afar, not to mention the day to day activities.



Balance.

Then life throws you a puddle in the middle of the walk.

Some will stop there in horror; some will walk around; some will tiptoe through while others will run, splash or dance. It takes all kinds, and it takes all moments. As it nears the end of the fair season, I've had to reevaluate my schedule. It's still busy now, because I have fairs every weekend, but I need to make time for writing.

Hour by hour. For most of my past three years of being a full-time writer, I've focused on writing a novel a month. I did well for six months, then couldn't find the rhythm again. I've written novels in a month since then, but not to the extent that I had.

Now, I find myself trying to write the next two novels with Azure and Orfhlait, while balancing the weaving and trying to edit some other novels for submission. Balance once again comes into play, and I have found that writing an hour helps.

National Novel Writing Month is in November. The challenge is to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. For aspiring writers, this is a good way to jump start the novel you always wanted to write, but finding the time to write can be difficult. If you can, do what I do at the moment: write for an hour.

Only one hour, and stick with it. You'll find the first couple times that your mind wanders, but the discipline of writing for an hour will eventually force your mind to focus. It sounds unbelievable, but it works.

There is a saying that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a step. A novel begins with a word, and finding time to write. Take an hour each day, and hour by hour you'll finish.

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