Thursday 2 hrs. 11 a.m.-1 p.m.
Friday 2 hrs. 10:30 a.m.-12:30 p.m.
Saturday 2 hrs. 10 a.m.-noon
Sunday: day of rest and driving.
Monday 2 hrs. 10:30 a.m.-12:30 p.m.
Today, Tuesday 2 hrs. 10 a.m.-noon
Yesterday, my first day writing back on the mainland--back in the Lower 48, as it were--was a little ragged. Pretty much everything I wrote I seemed forced and lame and I hated it. HATED IT.
But I stayed at my desk and I wrote for two hours, like I promised myself. I did that Monday writing, as unattractive as it was. And I gave myself research assignments--since I'm not doing internet research during my writing-down-the-words sessions--and I did those last night. Did you know, for instance, that a tombolo is "one or more sandbars or spits that connect an island to the mainland"? I did not know that, but I do now. And this proved relevant in the writing today, happily.
As you might predict, a routine, more or less disciplined, in one area leads one to feel a bit more productive and disciplined in other areas. For example:
- I took Bruiser for a walk yesterday morning and this morning.
- I made my bed. I know, small potatoes, but still.
- I did some laundry and put some clothes away.
- I painted the fingernails on one hand whilst I was thinking, aka writing.
- I read a bunch of the book for my book group.
- I took popsicles over and hung out with some grandsons.