The ideal image of a writer as interpreted by more popular media than this blog incorporates the scrivener sitting at a desk, possibly reclining in a chair, pen in hand with notepad on the legs. Modernized, there’s a computer sitting off to the side, though the screen is blurred and indistinguishable.
The point being that the place for this auteur of allegory is special, a zone of contemplation, a mosh pit for the muses. But you have to be there for them to find you.
I can’t give you a working routine that’s one hundred percent effective. I’m lucky enough to have an office in the house, or at least a space I can dedicate to writing, but splitting the time from the day job to find my way there is probably the most difficult part of my day.
I’d list out the reasons, but when the bullshit is blasted away it comes down to one thing:
I’m not trying hard enough.
There’s a million things that are easier to do than write. Plenty that are more appealing after nine hours of work. That’s why, when I can, I try to write in the mornings, when I’m fresh. Like, from 6-7 AM.
That’s the muse hour. When the ideas come to play. In the evenings, when I’m tired and trying to figure out what scraps can be turned into a dinner, I’m not looking to spin an epic yarn. That is, though, a perfect time to turn on a basketball game and spin out a blog post, or a short piece, or fiddle with the blog.
Point being – relegate the various writing tasks to the times of day most suited to them. You’ll be happier. You’ll be more willing to try hard, and if you miss one of your tasks for some reason (late flights, too tired to get up, etc.) then you’ll still be able to accomplish some things later. And you’ll build those habits.
At least, that’s what I’m trying to do.