. . . when did that happen? Seems like I need to be putting up a post so it’ll be ready for two days ago . . .
I blame my work schedule. I actually just got home from work half an hour ago, having worked the closing shift both Friday and Saturday. Working the other end of the day confuses my internal clock like there’s no tomorrow.
I also blame my brain. I have the short-term memory of an aging goldfish. I’d promise not to miss a Friday update again, but, well, I can’t really guarantee that.
So here’s what’s on my mind right now: Scheduled writing. Kat has been encouraging me to try scheduling writing time for a while now, and in theory it sounds great. I’ve been dragging my feet, though, because I’d ideally want to be scheduling my writing at the same time every day — and when 4:45-13:00, 9:00-17:00, and 17:00-1:00 are all likely shifts, that’s effectively impossible. (Unless I want to try writing from 1:30 to 4:00 in the morning every day. I’m saving that for a last resort.)
Nonetheless, Kat finally convinced me to give it a shot. (It might have had something to do with me wailing piteously about not having written anything today for about the fiftieth time. No guarantees.) So we went through the next couple of weeks and wrote in on the schedule some writing time, ranging from 2-4 hours, every day. Yesterday was the first day of the test run, and, well, it went great. I finished my writing goal (1000 words) about 45 minutes early even with a break for a relaxing bath in the middle of my writing time. We’ll see if it holds.
Well, it is now officially time to write. I bid you all well.
Current music: Ludo, Broken Bride (whole album)