Friday, May 16

What the Hell Happened?

I have a routine I go through during the week. I wake up and force myself out of bed. Go to work and after coffee and a few deep breaths, start my day with a little more energy. I even come up with new ideas and plot twists for stories as the day progresses. I get hyped up. A good plot twist does that to me. During lunch time I do one of two things. Take a nap because I stayed p way too late the night before. or add some words to my rough draft on my iPad. If I add word to the rough draft, I'm happy. I can't wait until quitting time when I can get in front of my computer and get it all on paper.

On the drive home I get really tired. I think it's the Georgia heat that gets me. Even with the air on, it gets hot in the car. The only thing I want to do is lay down and catch a quick nap. Just a couple of hours. I'll get my masterpiece on the page. When I wake up, I'm ready. But it never fails. Something happens that totally saps my energy. Someone does or says something that fucks up my mood. And I spend the rest of the evening fuming.

I need to work on that. I always tell people not to let others dictate your mood. Easy advice to give, but hard to follow.


  1. This was how I became a morning writer, because if I waited till after work to "get it on paper," it wasn't happening.

  2. Hooboy, do I get that. I try not to let others dictate my mood, but it's hard. I write usually late at night when everyone is asleep, but I don't have to get up for a day job.

  3. Maybe I need to suck it up and just hit the keys as soon as I walk through the door.