Back on the clock
I was falling a bit behind on the whole, um, writing thing for a while. I'd finished a major editing project and decided to reward myself with time off. Then I got sick. Then Maclappy got sick (requiring an uninstall and new install of Office). Then I got...doldrummy and wasn't sleeping well. In part, as I came to realize, because I wasn't writing. When I'm not writing it's like a valve closes and all the crazy bits and stories and dreams and dialogue gets bottled up in me and...it leads to me not sleeping and other unpleasant side effects. Generally, I'm just less delightful when I'm not writing.
So I put myself back on the clock. KitchenAid timer rather. An hour a day...keeps insomnia away. Plus, I'm working on something new. New stuff is fun. I've got 38 minutes and 34 seconds left. Writing here doesn't count on the timer. It has to be my fiction I'm working on. I'm tough, but fair.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have 38 minutes and 34 seconds to fill.