I Could Only Hold Out For So Long
I wanted to be a daytime writer. Honestly, I did.
When I quit my job at the library, I had the best intentions to join the rest of the world. The night-sleepers. The plan was to write during my old library-work hours, so I'd have the nights free to be with my husband again.
We’re talking about eight hours! Eight hours of writing EVERY DAY! Imagine the progress that would be made!
I knew it wouldn’t be easy, not by a long shot. I’ve always been a night owl. My brain reaches peak creativity between 11 pm and 4 am. I wrote 95% of Anna and the EFABM during these hours, and 100% of everything in college. But I also know it’s possible to retrain your body. With practice, discipline, and patience, almost anything can be achieved. (And I don’t mean that in a cheesy you-can-do-it! way, I’m serious. Science has my back on that one.)
Unfortunately, I appear to lack all three of these qualities.
THIS IS NOT WORKING FOR ME.
I’ve hinted/moaned about it here and on Twitter, but the facts are these:
(A) Progress is slow – painfully slow – on Second Novel.
(B) I’m too easily distracted during the day. (I blame you, Internet.)
(C) I am frustrated. And feeling guilty. And doing a lot of self-loathing.
I’m tired of sending out desperate emails to friends. When you have to examine your contacts list carefully to see whom you HAVEN’T complained to lately, it’s time to change. So after a long discussion with Jarrod last night, we decided to readjust my schedule. To do what my body wants to do anyway:
Sleep in. Fart around until dinner. Work. Go to bed just before sunrise.
I’m nervous and a little sad, but it’s the right decision. At least for now. And I love writing at night, I MISS writing at night! When the neighborhood is quiet and dark, and the only thing knocking about is my imagination.
I wish I were the type of person who could set an alarm and write in the early quiet hours of the day, but I’m not. I never have been. Alarm clocks and I have a very long, very ugly history. And there’s still a chance that once Second Novel is rolling again – when it finally has its own momentum – I can try the daytime thing again. But for now?
Once again, I belong to the night.
In unrelated news, My Celebrity Boyfriend Chris Martin's band is offering a free download of their fantastic new live album, LeftRightLeftRightLeft. I've heard a rumor it's only available today, but I don't think that's true. (Chris is napping, otherwise I'd ask.) Still. If you're interested, download it now, just in case! Or wait until their summer tour, because Coldplay is also giving away hardcopies to everyone who attends their shows.
'Cause they're nice like that. I like nice boys.
Speaking of, I just found out Ben Lee has a new album. YAY! My husband surprised me by bringing home The Rebirth of Venus on his lunch hour. (See how wonderful he is? Not only did Jarrod fully support the night-writing thing, but then he SURPRISED ME WITH MUSIC.) Ben's last few albums have given me mixed feelings, but he'll always have a special nook in my heart. If it weren't for him, Jarrod and I would have never met!
It all started with this song:
But the rest of that story is for another day.
In my last piece of music news, The Punktuations! -- my imaginary band with Her Royal Awesomeness Kiersten White -- is totally kicking the butt of our rival imaginary band, Carrie Harris and Natalie Whipple's Preliminary Merpire (Merpire = Mermaid + Vampire).
Because check it out: Kiersten SANG.
Take that Merpires!
Of course, my contributions to the rivalry have strictly been of the cheerleader variety (Rah rah rah Punktuations! Boooooo Merpires!), but I fully intend to join the fun someday soon. Soonish.
Once, you know, this whole noveling thing works out again.