I didn’t want to get out of bed today. I woke up several minutes before my alarm went off and just stared at the ceiling, not feeling life at all. I knew I had to get up and start writing, but I just had zero motivation to leave the warmth and comfort of my bed.
This is not how I usually am.
My typical morning consists of me springing out of bed, slapping on some clothes, snatching whatever happens to be in my brother’s hands for breakfast and going to Anne’s, setting up my writing station and writing/doing author tasks for the next eight hours. My energy is usually insane, and when the coffee kicks in… I get a lot done.
Anne spent the night last night, so when my alarm went off she just kind of looked over at me.
“We’re not getting up, are we?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Not a chance in hell.”
“OK,” she shrugged, turning back around and almost immediately resuming her snoring.
And that was it. We went back to sleep. 😅 I woke up several hours later feeling alert, refreshed, and generally just happy. Anne woke up and immediately wanted to take a nap. 😳
Of course, sleeping in doesn’t mean I didn’t do my author junk: I slammed out 90% of Voyeur Season 2 Episode 1 (I’m having issues with figuring out exactly how I want to end it), then assassinated task after task, including a lot of work on pen name projects (if you’re a member of Patreon, log in. You have a surprise. 😏)
All in all? A good day.
Just a little off-schedule…
💡 The More You Know 💡
If your parents had waited five seconds later, or began five seconds earlier, you wouldn’t be here.