Getting new ideas is, as usual, not an issue for me. They hit me in the middle of the night, on the drive to work, or with a snippet of overheard conversation.
Writing, now that’s a challenge. There’s the time required, the equipment required, and the motivation required to do it. All three coinciding is an occurrence of the frequency of Halley’s Comet. In order to combat this, I have tried keeping a notebook around at all times, but it’s not especially helpful. Tackling motivation is easy – all I have to do is remind myself of what I could achieve if I could only give up the day job. That has become highly motivational in recent weeks. The single most difficult thing is time – I drive to and from work, so I can’t do it then. I cook dinner and go swimming in my lunch break, so I can’t do it then. At weekends I need a rest from the hassle of my job, so I rarely find the time to do it then. What can I do?
Schedule it. I don’t mean put it in the calendar – I mean agree on a place and a regular time and go outside of my house and write at my destination. I’m thinking of becoming a pub-goer for this reason.
Not that I have the money. As I frequently whine, I don’t earn enough of it to put enough away to save. This has the nasty side-effect of keeping me in a job that isn’t going anywhere, as well as stagnating my skills.
The dilemma is easily solved; get a progressive, better-paid job. But here’s the catch: I haven’t got the qualifications or experience to gain the relevant experience in the fields I’m actually good at.
I applied for a graduate job at the weekend, neglecting to mention that I didn’t have a degree. I’m hoping for actual feedback, and not just ‘you were insufficiently qualified’. It will inform future forays into trying to get the kind of job I actually want, à la Bridget Jones. Then again, I could just be deluding myself that I’m more intelligent than my qualifications show. As a rule, within one meeting most people have decided that I’m smart.