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Phew! Day Six

Today I didn't think I'd have the time to write a single word on my NaNoWriMo project. I had a massive project to finish for work (and work must come first), and that took me all day to wrap up. I even made my guy eat leftovers for dinner so I wouldn't have to cook.

By the time I finished my work project I had about an hour and a half left to write for fun -- and I was tired. So tired, in fact, I considered skipping the fun, and then I thought, Nope. Give it a shot. So I did. I just wrote -- I didn't edit, I didn't worry about it, I didn't think -- I just had fun. I wrote right up until midnight, and then calculated my total, and made my daily quota.

Okay, to be absolutely honest it was 12:07 when I stopped, but what's seven minutes, right?

Some days I feel like I could do this gig all day every day. Then there are days (not many) like today when I actually do. This is when I really love National Novel Writing Month, right at this moment, when I glance back and see exactly how much I got accomplished. Feels very good.

Now I just have to do that all over again tomorrow . . . .

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nightsmusic said…
I managed a few words yesterday. I'm so screwed up with the daylight saving time. Dinner time according to my digestive tract, is now at 4:30 instead of 5:30 or six. I'm falling asleep around midnight rather than my usual one in the morning, but the alarm is still going off at 4am and I wake about 5 minutes before it goes off, usually, so I'm exhausted when I get up and can't go back to sleep after hubs leaves. I'm tired and dizzy and ugh! This usually lasts about two weeks and then I finally get into the new rhythm. But it messes with my thinking as well and I just...why can't they pick one time and stick to it?

Sorry, crabby today.
November 7, 2019 at 10:51 AM
the author said…
I hear you. My trick with the time change is to start moving back everything I do 10 or 15 minutes a day the week before we turn the clocks back. It doesn't solve all the time lag problems, but the dogs are happier, and I manage to get my sleep schedule worked out in about another week. Weirdly moving time forward in spring never bothers me. But like you I wish they'd stop the time change. We're not a nation of farmers anymore (and my apologies for that snide remark to all the farmers out there.)
November 7, 2019 at 11:20 AM
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