So I was having a moan at a publisher the other day.
Sort of along the following lines:
There's no time to write.
Life keeps getting in the way.
The children feel neglected.
The husband makes me feel guilty.
It takes too long to write novel.
How does one make money.
And so on and so forth.
He had no sympathy.
'Writing is a decision,' he said, citing all the stories ad nauseam of authors who wrote while holding down several jobs, cooking with one hand, bringing up ten children, etc etc.
He's right, I guess. It's a decision. And for as long as we haven't made up our minds, we won't be writing.
Go on. Decide to write.