I awoke at 0345 a.m. It was dark, the drum of rain fell softly on the roof, echoing the creak of the ceiling fan. In the living room down the hall I heard the plaintive meow of my cat, wandering the house. Beside me, my husband breathed evenly, and I envied him. I knew my children in their rooms slumbered on. It was a perfect time to slide right back into the deep comfort of sleep.
Except I was wide awake.
Every nerve ending felt like it was bouncing on high energy. I could not find a comfortable spot in the bed, nor retrieve some hazy dream to drift back to. I was ready for the day. Except it was 0345 in the morning! I'd only been asleep for four and half hours. I needed my sleep. I can get by with six hours, seven is better, eight to ten hours is ideal. Anything less and I'm pretty much as pleasant as a cat thrown into water.
Worse, why couldn't I be this wide awake when I have to get up for work?! (I think it's an internal denial of the inevitable).
What is a person to do? What I did, is finally get up in all my snarky glory and lurched to the living room, made some coffee and dragged out my lap top. After fiddling around on nothing for a while, I started doing what I should have done: Revising. I even managed to get a chapter done.
That was an unexpected bonus--being able to have quiet time to just wrestle through with my story. Unfortunately, I did pay for it...by 2 p.m. I was wondering if I could reinstate afternoon naps for my eight and eleven year old!
Now, I am actively looking for places in my life to get more quiet time to get my writing done. Where do you find your writing time? Does it come unexpectedly?
Now I am hoping I can have a weekly "early rise", but I am afraid, after reviewing what I did the night before--I drank very strong coffee at 5 p.m. I'm not sure I want to have to do that every week...*sigh*