The Biggest Obstacle to Writing Daily that I’ve Encountered Thus Far

Photo courtesy Joel Montes de Oca

Photo courtesy Joel Montes de Oca

I’ve been writing every day for over a year.  It’s a rule.  I swear by it.  I haven’t missed a day yet.

It’s important to me.  Honestly, it has become part of my identity.  It’s also become a lot easier to do every day.  Somewhere during the past year or so, it has simply metamorphosed into a part of my day.

I shower every day.  I eat every day.  I walk the dog every day.  I write every day.

I couldn’t imagine a day without it.

But that doesn’t mean it’s always easy.

Some days it’s hard.  Some days it sucks.  Some day my muse isn’t there, and I feel no inspiration.  I don’t remember that secret key to writing from this or that character’s mind, and I have trouble figuring out where the plot goes next – or, even if I know that, exactly how to get from here to there.

But I plod through.  Sometimes the work isn’t as good for all those difficulties, and sometimes it’s great.

It simply is.

During the year, I’ve conquered the obstacles to writing life has thrown at me.  Have to be at the hospital at 4:30 in the morning and can’t leave until 7 PM?

Okay… wake up at 3 AM and get it done.  Or maybe find some time during the lunch hour.  Or suck it up and do it when I get home.

Interview travel threw some curveballs as well.  Some days I had to drive 5+ hours to an interview, do the damn thing, then get in my car and drive to another.

But I still found the time.

What, then, was the greatest obstacle?


A week ago I had the sinus infection from hell.  It came complete with deafening nausea and a brutal headache.  If I hadn’t gotten a flu shot, I’d have wondered if I had come down with that bug.

t was miserable.  I had no appetite.  I didn’t want to get off the couch.  All I wanted to do was stare at the television or the wall or – if I was feeling particularly motivated – play a video game or read a book.

I certainly did not want to write.

Not one bit.

But I did.

Every fucking day.

Because that’s who I am.

Because we have to make time and fight for the things that mean the most to us, and being a writer is one of those things that means the most to me.



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