Someday is a word I hear (and use) far too much. A fictional day sometime in the future where we’ll all sit down and crank out that novel that’s been lingering around, half-finished, on our hard drives for far too long. It’s a magical day when all of a sudden everyone will become organised and motivated and we’ll zoom through those to do lists that have been gathering dust for so many years.
Someday is just code for never.
And when the hell is someday? Is it a yearly event or does it only happen once? That’s the problem with someday, nobody actually knows. It just keeps on moving further and further away as the days go on. You just keep promising yourself that someday you’ll finish that bestseller that is going to change your life. Someday you’ll tell your boss to stick their desk up their arse and concentrate on your writing career.
You probably have at least one idea you’re saving for someday. Maybe your entire career will start someday, why bother starting it today when you can wait for that perfect moment. After all if you got on with things now then you’d have all that pesky spare time to deal with later.
Make someday today.
Go write that book.