I'm happy to say I am back to writing. Over the last two days, I edited the first 100 pages of the novel I wrote last winter. I like writing in the morning. It leaves me with a happy, satisfied feeling - a kind of high - that lasts for hours.
It turns out I also like walking in the morning. As part of recovery for my hurt foot, I have been walking 1.5 miles a day - a miracle for sure. But it takes me 1.5 hours, the same 1.5 hours when I usually write.
Did I mention I also like to sleep as long as possible?
As always in my life, sleep seems to be the only thing that can give.
My kids start school in less than two weeks. Instead of waking up at noon, my daughter has to get up at 5:00 AM. Seriously. I usually go back to sleep and wake up again at 8:00 AM to get my boys on their way. I think I need to do it differently - at least I could get my home physical therapy and walk in before 8:00 AM.
But saying it out loud like that - in words staring at me on the screen - is too brutal. It's kind of dark out at five in the morning, and I'm certain my writing won't be its best before the sun is up.
I'm sure I'll work it out. For now - right now - it's 10:00 AM. I haven't finished working on my novel, and I haven't taken my walk - or had breakfast, or taken a shower. And the clock is still ticking.