I did it. No, not the big IT. I didn’t get an agent or anything. I have to finish my WIP first. I’m not talking about sex either, so get your mind out of the gutter. Although, what I did had something to do with a bed… getting out of it. That’s right, folks. I was up at five this morning so I could write. I can’t believe I was able to get anything out of my brain at that hour. Caffeine helps with little problems like mind fuzz. So, after my cup of French vanilla blend, I wrote a little over two pages. Nothing to brag about, but more than I’ve written the rest of the day so far. Taking care of twins tends to rob a person of any “me” time.
My schedule has changed and instead of improving my writing time, I now have less time than ever. This situation hasn’t gone unnoticed. My psyche picked up on my lack of writing and reacted with a very nice mood swing. I haven’t been a cheery deary the past few days and last night, I basically lost it. My tears were drowning me. I needed a solution. The only way out of the mess was to promise myself I’d sacrifice sleep to get some writing done.
What a difference. I’m back to my normal self again, with the exception of a few bags under the eyes and the need for extra caffeine in my diet. Luckily, tomorrow’s the weekend, so I can catch up on my rest. I’m considering getting up early Monday morning, but we’ll see. I’ll just take one day at a time.
What about you? Have you stayed up late, gotten up in the middle of the night or early in the morning to write?