The pressures of work and building the dog-proof fence, made for excellent excuses not to write. Well, sure, I write all day. Tomes and tomes of words to train IT administrators and programmers. I'm good at it and it pays the bills. But what I made excuses not to do was the kind of writing I love -- writing stories.
So I made a New Year's resolution. I normally don't bother with them because the ones I make are rarely important enough to stick to a week, let alone a year. But this time, it was important. The first week -- success one day, cold weather, and fail. I was trying to write in the evenings when my mind was ready to just tune out and watch a movie. So I devised a plan. I would write in the mornings -- before taking care of dogs or cows or anyone. I would start the coffee brewing and let the words flow.
...and they are. The first week, I started writing between 6 and 6:30. Not everyday, but often enough that the immersion started. The story became the thing I dreamed about -- the thing that got me going in the morning. Now I'm in the fourth week, and I'm starting around 5:30 instead of 6, to get that extra half hour in before sunrise, when the hungry mouths start bawling.
|Looking up from my writing to notice a view like this is a nice bonus|
While I can't say I look forward to mornings, especially when the temperature is 2F with a negative something windchill, I do get out of bed. I start the coffee brewing, put my hands on the keyboard, and immerse myself in the story for an hour or an hour and a half while the sun edges up on the horizon.
For those moments, I am thankful. Check out the other people who are thankful. These are the people who keep me inspired.