Most good, well-known writers will insist that if you want to be a writer, you have to get up before the rest of the house and spend time just for yourself. Not only that, but lifehacker.com had an article about increasing your productivity that included this tidbit of information.
I wasn’t going to get up; I could have slept longer but in my state of in-between – where I was waking from a dream about Disney World and readjusting to a more comfortable position – I heard a giant thump on the roof, like a tree branch fell or an animal jumped. And I guess that’s what it was because there’s no sign of fallen debris. Terribly annoying though. But I’m up now, at 7 AM on a Sunday.
Yesterday morning I was up at 6:30 because Todd apparently forgot it was the weekend and decided he needed to get up and eat. I got up, showered and: went to the post office, returned unused products to both Lowe’s and Target, deposited a check, and got a few small grocery items. I did 8 of the 14 things on my weekend to-do list. So maybeI don’t spend my early morning hours writing, as perhaps I should, but I’m accomplishing something and that, people, is what keeps us all going. That is my morning coffee and paper, that is my bonus incentive.