This past week, my usual routine has gone a little like this: I sit down after the kids go to bed, go over my last few paragraphs to get back in the groove, and start hitting the keyzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz………………….
Sorry, what was I talking about?
Sometimes, I suspect my keyboard is made of topical Ambien.*
Maybe this the aftermath of Nano, maybe it’s a response to holiday stress. Or it might be time to mix up the methods a little, go manual for a while, try the kitchen for a change of scenery.
Or I could try going to bed earlier.**
I’ve always written until I dropped. Problem is, now I’m writing after I drop, which doesn’t seem to be working so well.
So I’m placing myself on experimental curfew—pencils and/or pixels down at ten-thirty p.m. by the latest.
This means ignoring Facebook, Twitter, bloogfeeds, and even e-mail earlier, too.
I figure it’ll be a breeze, once the withdrawal pains taper off.
Wish me luck.
*Side effects may include memory disturbances, hallucinations, and mild behavioral changes. Yeah, that works.
**That sizzling sound you just heard was my entire family shooting me meaningful looks with a side over of righteous impatience, because they’ve told me this. Often.