In the past the biggest time suck of all had to be my phone. This may come as a shock but I talk…a lot. When I received a phone call, I would enter some sort of time warp and before I knew it a few hours had flown by.
My only defense was to stop answering it. This did have side effects. I received messages from friends wondering if I had died, guilt inducing ones from my mother, and a few sarcastic, insulting ones from other family members.
But if I was to have any time to pursue writing, something had to be given up. I went from long rambling phone conversations to quick texts or emails. Of course, there are exceptions such as school, doctor’s office, or business calls (and my mother, the guilt was too much) but that’s it. I have now developed phonaphobia and wince anytime I hear one ring. My husband has become the official message taker. This comes with its own set of problems.
Did you have to give anything up to find time to write more?