Be warned, I'm typing one-handed. Dread Pirate Baby likes to hang out with me, fighting sleep like it's his arch nemesis. This leads to very little time that I have two hands to do all the things that require two hands, like writing effectively or cooking or cleaning.
When I can get him to nap, I have an hour maybe. If I'm really lucky, two hours. But usually more like half an hour to an hour. Then I'm left with a sticky choice: What do I do with my little time?
You learn a lot about yourself when you have to prioritize so drastically. What means the most to you, what doesn't. Do I spend my hour writing or networking? Well, clearly I try to choose writing as often as I can, but I also feel bad for being so out of touch. The writing has to come first, and I'm making meager progress as it is. And then I have to choose even more specifically—do I catch up on Twitter or blog or chat with my Friday The Thirteeners peeps? Can't do it all.
Of course, some of those naps have to be given to my other kids, too. I spend two of my little nap breaks largely feeding the rest of my family or pets or plants. Maybe squeak in cleaning or, if lucky, a shower. I get one baby nap time that I can justify devoting to writing.
So what do you do when you have maybe an hour and you know it's not enough but it is what it is? Well, you work. You don't have time to fret, to doubt, to chat. You gotta get it done. Every minute spent wondering if it's right or if it sucks is time wasted. You can't be bitter about not having more. You can't let any of that get in the way. You just write and hope you can find more time someday.
This is how I've written 54 pages since Dread Pirate Baby was born 8 weeks ago. I am both proud of that number and wish it was more. But all I can do is keep going and make the most of it. just never forget that there is time. You can find it if you want.