It's just past 7am on a Saturday morning.
My husband is asleep, as are the dogs. (The cats are lurking, so they are being quiet, too.) There are no kids to keep me on alert. I woke EARLY.
So, the question is this: should I stay up or go back to bed?
I want to write. I want to sleep in. I want to go out into the cold and take pictures of the sunrise. There are a million and one things to do around the house.
But it's SATURDAY!
This is the age-old fight writers have with themselves on a daily basis. Unless they are the type of person who has great self-discipline, sets the alarm with due diligence every day and rises to pound out a set amount of words or works for a set amount of time. If they, or you the reader, are that type of person, I applaud them/you.
I am not one of these people.
I struggle daily to wrestle my creative thoughts and my home duties into some sort of workable order. Most days I fail miserably. On rare occasion, I hit a groove and can multi-task with the best of best-organized. I wish those days happened more often than not.
What am I going to do today?
I'm going to set my alarm to get back up in an hour. Then I'll decide if it's a chore kind of day or a day to write about fictional people doing incredible things...
My husband is asleep, as are the dogs. (The cats are lurking, so they are being quiet, too.) There are no kids to keep me on alert. I woke EARLY.
So, the question is this: should I stay up or go back to bed?
I want to write. I want to sleep in. I want to go out into the cold and take pictures of the sunrise. There are a million and one things to do around the house.
But it's SATURDAY!
This is the age-old fight writers have with themselves on a daily basis. Unless they are the type of person who has great self-discipline, sets the alarm with due diligence every day and rises to pound out a set amount of words or works for a set amount of time. If they, or you the reader, are that type of person, I applaud them/you.
I am not one of these people.
I struggle daily to wrestle my creative thoughts and my home duties into some sort of workable order. Most days I fail miserably. On rare occasion, I hit a groove and can multi-task with the best of best-organized. I wish those days happened more often than not.
What am I going to do today?
I'm going to set my alarm to get back up in an hour. Then I'll decide if it's a chore kind of day or a day to write about fictional people doing incredible things...