I’ve outlined some writing goals and life goals for August. I’m writing this on August 7, so I thought I’d report on how the first week went.
I’m still struggling with sleep, but I have determined that 7 hours a night is not enough for me. My next test will be to see whether I need 7 1/2 or 8 hours.
I did manage to exercise three times the first week. I swam twice, I did chair squats once, and we took a walk the park once. At this rate, I won’t be ready for the 2020 Olympics, but it’s a good start.
As far as writing fiction goes, I’m beginning to wonder whether planning plots is really the best move at this point.
After I finished my dissertation, I immediately started writing what I thought would be a novel or novella, but ended up being alongish short story.
It’s rubbish, of course, and by the end I just wanted it to be over. I only finished it at all because giving up so close to the ends would have been a self-sabotaging defeat.
And I’m still stuck right there, in a mess of my own making.
I get enough sleep to do well at work, but not enough to have any energy or clarity left after we’ve put the little one to bed.
Honestly, I don’t have any desire to write our do anything else after we put Daughter to bed. Most of my experimental cooking is on the weekends, even.
and I’m not getting to bed early enough to get up an hour early to write or do whatever before work.
Still I’m simplifying my goalsfor August: Forget everything else. Sleep matters.
As for my creative side, I’ll be taking some concrete steps to refill the old gas tank, beyond just getting more sleep, but I’ll talk about those in an upcoming post.