Writer’s block

I’ve spent a lot of time and effort wrestling with a inability to write productively when I had the time. Now, as I’ve finally created a routine and mindset that makes writing possible, I’m finding it hard to preserve the blocks of time required. Given the ebb and flow of everyone’s schedules, Monday, Wednesday and Thursday are my writing days. I drop the kids at school, walk to my caffeine emporium, and then head to my favorite table in the Evanston Public Library’s quiet room. I sit at my table, laptop at the ready, and relax in the knowledge that I have two, three, even four hours of uninterrupted time. Freedom to write, edit, create.

And then there are weeks like this one, where each one of those free days is consumed by more immediate needs. Contractors. Architects. Doctor’s appointments. Empty refrigerators.

I’ve traded one writer’s block for another.