Time to write that book

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It is said that everyone has a book in them. Certainly in my experience this appears to be true. When people ask what I do for a living, and I tell them I’m a writer, most will inform me that they’ve always wanted to write a book. Some even tell me what the book is about. Most will admit that they really want to write the book … but simply don’t have time.

It’s at this point that I roll my eyes. I don’t mean to. (I apologise if I’ve done it to you.) But am I one of those blessed people who was born under a 24 hour clock while others got ripped off with only 15 hours a day? How can I find time to write when others can’t? Or is it possible that everyone has enough time to write a book?

I understand that everyone is busy. I am too. I run a business. I’m raising four boys. I also have a massive problem where I love a clean house but don’t have a cleaner … I’m thinking about making all my sons live in one room only, which will cut down on housework.

Life is a constant juggle, but I jam as much writing as possible into any spare minute I can. I write when my sons are asleep. Or when I’m waiting for my kids to finish jujitsu/swimming/drums. While other mothers chat, I sit in the corner and edit pages. I regularly stare into space as I ponder how to move forward with my plot (no doubt many people think I’ve lost the plot).

There is always time for that book if you really want it.

Do you watch TV? Turn it off. There, you have time. Spend hours on the Internet? You could be writing. Do you commute to work? I have a friend who writes all his novels on the Tokyo subway.

Naturally there are certain things I’ll never find time for, despite knowing I should. I’ll never find time to volunteer for canteen shifts at my son’s school. I’ll never find time to clean up my iPhoto, or make proper albums for my kids, or write in my diary, or read A Course in Miracles, or clean out the front shoe cupboard. But anything I’m truly passionate about, and anything I really want to achieve … well there’s always plenty of time for that!

A beautiful woman … my muse

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I saw a stunning woman today. I was driving through Edgecliff and she was waiting for a bus. She was slim and dressed in black pants and boots, a black turtleneck, with a men’s style vest over the top. She was about seventy, with shoulder length grey hair, topped off with a grey Fedora.

She stood still, with poise. She was simply magnetic. Beside her was one of those portable-shopping trolleys, in red.

I’d been struggling all week with a story. I couldn’t quite visualise the character, her tale wasn’t clear. It was there, circling my brain, but the light bulb hadn’t gone off.

Until I saw this beautiful woman …

In a flash, the whole story came to me. I was inspired.

She no doubt got on the bus and went home, completely unaware of the impact she had on me, or that she is now my muse, and a character in my next book.

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