The Challenge of a Schedule

About 3 years ago, I started working on a book about my dad. This summer, I'm determined to finish it. I keep reading this stuff that says I should treat my writing like a real job. Get up, get dressed, show up, be on time, be disciplined. That's not working for me. I get up late, slide into my day in slow motion, and start writing around 2:30. That gives me three hours before Scott gets home from work. A guy I used to know (he was my pastor) who is a best-selling author has had lung cancer for several years. He's now working with the capacity of one half of one lung. And he STILL writes 6-8 hours a day. How can anyone have an excuse if he's doing this? It's been so long since I've blogged that I can barely figure out how to post stuff. Bear with me. Nobody's reading this anymore, so I'll just Candy it up for awhile. Candy, you've got 40,000 words done. Keep at it. Finish this book. You don't know exactly why you're writing it, but do it anyhow. Get it off your back.