This post won’t be full of quotes from Norwescon but since I did come to this conclusion at con, I include it in this month of wisdom. Last December I started getting up at 5A so I could write before my son woke up and sucked all the time out of my day. After all how could I call myself a writer if I was not actually writing.
The problem was, I was miserable. Miserable. Miserable.
In fact, I seriously considered quitting writing.
All the people who kept telling me to just keep working away at it. Keep posting and publishing and eventually I would garner a following because my writing was sooo good, infuriated me. More years of this getting up before dawn to be miserable? AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
So I decided at con to quit.
My alarm clock that is. I get up at 7 maybe 730 now and I’m happy. My bio-rhythms just don’t like to get up that early. How will I find time to write you ask? I started giving my kiddo one hour of free screen time a weekday on the basis that he will not bother me for anything short of a German Invasion for that hour.