You want to write that book. You don’t have time. Too many chores, too many bills to pay…you need a log cabin. You need time on your own. You need the writer’s lifestyle.
But actually, what you need is 25 minutes. Not just any 25 minutes – 25 minutes of fastidious, intense, keyboard-pounding, ninja-skill like writing. Every morning. Without fail.
I used to think I needed an hour a day – two hours, probably, to write.
I’d do it one day. The next, I wouldn’t, and I’d be two hours behind.
The next day I’d get some of it in, but not all – and I’d be 3 hours behind.
It was awful. It was manic. It was totally unrealistic and unhelpful.
Since then, I’ve been at the keyboard 25 minutes a day. And it’s incredible. When I give myself this short spurt of time, I typically write what I could in an hour otherwise.
And it’s usually better. Because I don’t have time to be self-conscious, to measure myself, to go back, nitpick, and get stuck in the weeds.
So forget two hours. Forget an hour. Don’t be hare – be a sort of awkward sprinting tortoise. Take the long view. Be realistic and optimistic.
Get on the keyboard, put in your 25 minutes, and run, baby, run.