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“Good seasons start with good beginnings” — Sparky Anderson
It’s early here on the west coast, though some of you reading this elsewhere have probably already had your first cup of coffee. You’ve possibly even had a chance to start on your NaNoWriMo Project. I haven’t. This is one of those years where the demands of the work week prevented me from staying up until midnight, ready to type at least those first few words. I was sensible and went to bed at my usual time so I’d be able to get up when the alarm went off and be reasonably rested for all the commitments I have to do outside my writing.
Being an adult can seriously suck, guys.
What I wish I’d been able to do — was able to do fifteen years ago when I first started doing NaNoWriMo — was stay up until midnight and beyond, write in the white-hot heat of new beginnings. If I really had my druthers, I’d be at a midnight kick-off party, and my hands wouldn’t be the only one diving for the keyboard as we turned our attention to our files, eager to get that first sentence, the first paragraph, the first page done.
Problem is, if I’d done that, I’d be seriously dragging at the moment and pushing to get through the work day. The fact I have early morning meetings does not help. I’d write some at lunch, then push through the afternoon, come home, write a few more words before dinner. After that, I’d be tired enough that I’d just settle on the couch, telling myself I’d get up in “just a few minutes.” Only, when I did get up, it would be to head off to bed because I was exhausted and I needed to get some sleep after staying up late the night before.
Not having the stamina I did when I was in my early twenties seriously sucks, guys. (I hear the chorus of, “Well, duh.”)
So I went to bed at the usual time, the time that will get me the amount of sleep I need to wake refreshed in the morning. I’ll get in a couple of hundred words before I go to work, five to seven hundred at lunch, then another twelve to fifteen hundred in the evening. With luck, I’ll crack the 2,000 word barrier today, giving me the start of a healthy pad on my word count. I’m going to need that because a week from today, I’ll be lucky to do any writing at all. It’ll be Election Day here in the US, and I’ve volunteered to be a poll worker. Which means an even earlier day, a relatively short break for lunch (where I’ll probably be typing any words I write on my phone) and then back home probably somewhere south of 11 PM.
Which is why I went to bed at a reasonable time last night so I could get up early this morning and write. These are the days where it’s easy, where we going to get carried along with our story and our fingers will (hopefully) fly along the keyboard. I offer the same advice I offer every year: take advantage of this wave and let it carry you along as far as it goes. May your writing be swift today as we begin.
Word Goal for today: 1,667