I know I am my own worst enemy. I'm trying to get noticed as a writer and keep being told, follow blogs, interact with people on Facebook and other social media, join forums, keep an eye on what's happening in the literary world, and the big wide wide, and the world of technology and don't forget to do your Spanish lessons. News people, by the time I've done all that I've used up the energy I had to write!
So should I write first thing, before I do all those other things? That would only ever happen if I didn't bother getting out of bed. I could quite happily sit up in bed and spend a few hours hammering away at the keyboard. Maybe I should try that. The trouble is as soon as my feet hit the floor at the side of my bed life takes over.
Sort out the washing that was done over night, well actually just before I went to bed. Have a bath so that I can actually start moving. Check my emails just in case someone has offered me a film deal for one of my books, never happens. Check Facebook to see if the world has ended; eat; walk the dog; think about what to eat for dinner tonight. I would like to say I vacuum and dust every day but I don't. Such things get done when I can't ignore the bits on the carpet or the fingerprints in the dust. Speaking of which, guess what I really must do when I finish typing this.
And suddenly it's time to cook dinner - that is if the star of my life hasn't informed me an hour before I start that he won't be home for dinner because he is on his way to the back of beyond and probably won't be home until midnight. So I'm walking the dog again.
So dinner eaten, it's time for the evening news during which I usually fall into an exhausted power nap because I have been running around all day and still haven't sat down to write a word.
Power naps are great. I often feel better after a nap than after a night in bed, but there are then the evening things to do. Wash up, make tomorrow's packed lunch, see if there is any washing to do tonight. Check if there have been any sales today. It's now pushing nine o'clock and I STILL haven't written anything.
At some point, I'm not sure where, I do manage to get some editing done for other people. But when it comes to my own writing, I might start at ten pm. But more likely my eyes are too tired and I just sit and watch old TV shows - there hardly ever seems to be any new ones worth watching. Although I did enjoy Humans that was on recently.
Don't suggest going to bed earlier, it doesn't work, never has. My entire life I have gone to bed at a 'reasonable' time and tossed and turned for two hours before I sleep. I am an owl, I go to sleep late and wake up late. That's me, don't expect anything different. But I quite like this idea of maybe writing before I get up. I'll have to take my tablet to bed with me and try it. Could mean I don't emerge from my cocoon until around lunch time!
We will see.
Must go now. The dog is looking accusingly at me to let me know her dinner is late. There are far to many 'so's in this piece, but I couldn't care less at the moment, so they will stay there!