When I started my first book I was still working. I was getting maybe a page or two written as I could, maybe a little more on weekends. When I became unemployed, after I got through the initial depression of losing a job, I had much more time on my hands. I was finally able to write. I always found time to write, even if it were just for an hour a day.
I think one of the important things I learned on this journey is not to kid myself about time. There is no way I’m going to sit down and bang out a novel in a week. They take time, a lot of time. Even with the 40 extra hours I had every week I still took months to complete the first draft.
Once I dedicated myself to that process, the more time I found myself spending on the writing. It seemed like the time went faster the further along I got in novel and before I knew it, I was there. The end.
It’s easy to get discouraged. I know I have been there. Just dedicate time to the process and…Just keep writing.