New rule: midnight cutoff for word counts

I make rules for myself all the time. Most of them don’t stick around. I don’t drink coffee, but I had a cup today and a cup yesterday and a cup the day before. Which begs the question: how many cups of coffee can you drink and still claim you don’t drink coffee?


I’ve made myself a new rule, and it’s going to come across as self-serving because it’s 20 minutes past midnight and the rule is to stop writing for the day at midnight. I mean, I can keep writing if I want, but from now on, words written before midnight go on one day and words written after midnight go on the next.

The purpose of this rule is to help me get my sleep routine back into a reasonable shape. I’m tired of staying up until 2 a.m. and then not being able to sleep until 10 a.m. to get a solid 8 hours of sleep. I’m lucky to sleep until 8 and toss and turn until 9-ish.

In other words, I’m tired of being tired.

If I don’t allow myself to count tomorrow’s words today, I won’t have any motivation at all to stay up trying to catch up for lost time (which I was trying to do right before I made this rule, hence my calling its creation self-serving).

But yeah. It’s after midnight and there’s no point feeling guilt over the words I didn’t write today, because today is over and any words I write now won’t get counted.

I will finish the book tomorrow. Or try to anyway.


Funnily enough I feel good about writing today

After last night’s contemplative mood, I’m surprised by how well I feel today, about writing, about the future, about everything.

Well, except for the spider infestation I seem to be dealing with. Not so happy about that! But they’re little spiders, with feathery legs, and those kind don’t trigger my phobia the way most other spiders do.

Still, not that happy that one landed on my bed last night and started trucking it right up beside my leg. I couldn’t find any sign of where it came from, but I’ll be vacuuming my bedroom ceiling today regardless. Then of course I came down to find one tucked up in the corner over the breakfast room window and another in the corner of the hallway that leads to the garage. I vacuumed those ceilings just a couple of days ago. Let me just say, as a five foot one person with nine foot high ceilings, this has been a chore and a half! My bedroom has a tray ceiling and the middle section is ten foot high. That’s going to be fun.

So, on that note, I’d like to finish my writing before I have to go up and start vacuuming ceilings again. I figure when I’m done, all I’m going to want to do is crash on the couch and read a book!

Okay, on to today’s plan. I’m going to go with 45 minute blocks, because they divide evenly into 3 hours. I’m planning four of them.

I decided last night after some vague contemplation (I wasn’t forcing these thoughts) that 3 hours a day even if I reach 1,557 words earlier isn’t a bad expectation. I see no reason why I wouldn’t want to write for at least that long most days. So although I haven’t decided it’s a rule or anything, I think aiming for a complete 3 hours each day of writing isn’t asking too much of myself. Preferably I’ll do this in the mornings, but on days when I don’t, I’ll try not to stretch out my day to the point that I’m finishing an hour of writing at bedtime. Some authors do well writing late at night. I don’t. I give up much too easily when I’m tired. So I have to stop putting myself in that position.

Write early, write more later if I want.

Now to go write.