It’s 6:47 am. I’ve been up since 4:05 am. I usually get up early, but not this early. Last night, I set my alarm for 5:00 am, but for some reason, my mind felt like waking me up at 4:05 am was a good idea. Stupid mind.
I usually set my alarm for 6:00 am, but last night, I set my alarm an hour earlier because I was going to get up early and WRITE!
So when my mind woke me up using a combination of dread, worry, regret, and a little bit of “maybe this day will be different” mixed in, I was, as I said, excited.
Because now I have an extra 2 hours to WRITE!
Do you think I did it? Do you think I sprung out of bed, sat down on my computer, and pounded out the pages of that long overdue feature film script about a late-night horror film host or the never even started stage musical parody of “Bye! Bye! Birdie!” set in Seattle in the 90s, or the book I’ve been planning to write where I take all of my inspirational lessons learned from being an incredibly entertaining (At least I think so.) improv teacher for the last 30 years?
You are correct. I did not.
Because, as I’m sure you know, there were obviously more important things to do at 4:05 am — things that at the time seemed much more important than WRITING!
I had to scroll YouTube to see what I missed while sleeping. Because, let’s face it, a busy wannabe WRITER like me doesn’t have time to read a newspaper or go on a news site because I have WRITING to do! I don’t want to waste this precious time given to me by my mind that woke me up a whole hour earlier than expected!
After that, of course, I had to make coffee, eat a bowl of Cheerios, read a daily passage from a spiritual reflections book, read a daily passage from a Stoicism reflections book, meditate, do my morning affirmations, read/listen to (I was reading on my kindle while listening to the book on Audible) a couple of chapters from Dan Koe’s “The Art Of Focus,” shave, get dressed, and feed my dog.
So, after all the things I had to do, I was finally ready to begin WRITING at 6:47 am!
Luckily, in the book I was reading/listening to, “Art Of Focus” by Dan Koe, Dan suggested I turn my life into a game. So, instead of fretting about writing for the next 13 minutes I had available for WRITING until I had to leave at 7 am, I decided to see if I could write 300 words in 13 minutes.
Did I make it? Yes, I did. Did I reach my goal of 300 words? No, I did not.
I ended up WRITING a total of 496 words!
This morning, I have WRITTEN. So, for today, I am a WRITER!
