Boy was I tired last night. I think I used up all my energy writing up that blog post about resistance because when I was done, I almost fell asleep holding my computer.
One thing led to another and I just gave up. I couldn’t even handwrite the notes I wanted to make about one of my characters. I need to do some brainstorming on that or something because I’m really not feeling the love for him and he is supposed to be a major player in this book. {grrr}
Anyway, not going to do that again, but if I do, I’ll forgive myself like I’m going to forgive myself now. I had an especially trying two days and a home maintenance project going that involved concrete and buckets and 85°F heat, and I didn’t get nearly enough sleep the night before. It’s no wonder I conked out.
What this all means is that although I wanted yesterday to be the first day of my newly refreshed plan, it wasn’t.
If I had it to do differently, I would have started writing a lot sooner in the day, even if it was just 15 minutes here and there.
It’s a lesson, in a long line of lessons, trying to teach me to start my writing day as early as I can.
Which I’m going to do right now. :)