“I’m awake. Why the !@#$$%##! am I awake at 5am? I should get up I suppose and do something. I know other authors who actually get up at this time and do their most productive work. That’s nice. Great idea. I might try it someday.” But now is the time to snuggle deeper into the covers and try to convince myself to go back to sleep.
COFFEE and FOOD (that’s if I can get myself out of bed.) When I get called in to teach (which often happens) I HAVE to go vertical at this hour.
If I’m not teaching I might manage to convince myself to get up and put on my robe. This way there’s less of a commitment to joining the regular a.m. crowd and a quick back into bed is easier than if I were dressed. (The robe trick works really well for getting me started in the morning.)
I am ensconced on the lazy-person’s love seat, feet up blanket over me (pseudo bed) and laptop open. Large coffee and maybe early morning snack sit on the little mahogany 1930s table beside me. Now I am in my comfort zone…. Should I check email, Facebook, Twitter, instagram, LinkedIn first? I know this is a trap that can take most of the morning up especially when I get into the tear-jerking ( I have a box of tissues close at hand on the little mahogany table) videos and the cute baby animal clips. I compromise and just check my three email accounts.
Seriously, I’m going to get down to work now. Another swig or two of coffee to strengthen my resolve and I go to open up that file I was working on yesterday… where ever it is…. I now spend the next 20 minutes looking for the right version of the MS for the next children’s book. By this time I feel like I need a break, but I take another swig of coffee, give myself a stern talking to and get down to work. The first few minutes are painful and grinding on the old brain, but I persevere and then gradually get into the swing of it.
Hard to stop. I am somewhat disappointed as I had meant to do so many other things this morning but at least I am successful in getting the recommended ‘500 words a day’ written. I haven’t stirred out of pseudo bed. I no longer have any circulation in my legs. Carpel tunnel syndrome is threatening both wrists, and I really do need a nap at this point but it is now time to actually get showered and dressed so I can get into town by 1pm.
It’s down hill all the way after this with several hours of jumping in and out of the car with shopping, errands, and seeing to other people’s needs. Not a complete write-off. I ‘m getting some much needed exercise.