When people find out how busy the last fifteen years have been for me, they are often confused.
“How did you find time to write all those books?” is the common question.
The answer is simple.
I turned off the television.
I’m not an anti-TV vigilante. I’ve always had a television. I got cable when they started televising professional women’s basketball. Every once in a while I’ll be hooked by a series (Game of Thrones) and Beloved Husband and I will make the time to watch it, though rarely when it is first aired.
We have one television in our house. It’s in the basement, in the man cave. We mostly use it to watch sports.
If you love television, that’s awesome. I don’t judge. Maybe it works for you. Maybe it feeds your Muse. Maybe you are one of those people who can pound out three pages an hour watching Dancing With The Stars.
If you are one of those people who is always bummed out because you don’t have enough time to write, then count up how many hours of television you watched last week. Did you love each one? Were they all worth an hour of your life? If you could go back and unwatch them, and use those hours for writing, how much time would you get back?