This morning should be every morning
Jul. 31st, 2008 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhen this regime works well, it really works. I really work. When I know what I'm doing. A little writing first thing, just to get warmed up; then coffee, then a little more just to keep myself loose. Then a walk into town, and an hour or more in the Silence Room, undisturbed, uninterrupted, no e-mail and no internets; and I came home with 1600 words before lunch.
Late lunch, granted - it's come up towards 3pm and I haven't eaten yet - but even so.
It's funny, there's a guy who comes to share my table in the Silence Room as often as not, and that ought to infuriate me, but it doesn't. There is actually room for two, on opposite sides, and it means we sort of save the space for each other, no third party stands a chance; and he keeps me at it. When he's there, I can't just do half an hour and slip away, I'd feel embarrassed. So we do get the decent wordcounts. Of course, they'd be better if I stayed three hours, but I haz my limits. My limits, let me show you them.
Granted, it's always easier when, as I say, I know what I'm doing. Today was closing in on the end of a chapter, which is always easier than starting.
It makes for a comfortable rest-of-the-day, though: lunch, and then back to work with e-mail and internets and no great pressure any more. Finish this chapter and start the next, that's all I need. Maybe noodle about with something else in between times. Be sat on a little, perhaps, if I'm lucky: Mac is considering the notion that he might after all be a lap-cat, under very specific and limited circumstances. He just graced me with ten whole minutes and a purr.
Now he's gone, so I can go. I'm hungry...
Late lunch, granted - it's come up towards 3pm and I haven't eaten yet - but even so.
It's funny, there's a guy who comes to share my table in the Silence Room as often as not, and that ought to infuriate me, but it doesn't. There is actually room for two, on opposite sides, and it means we sort of save the space for each other, no third party stands a chance; and he keeps me at it. When he's there, I can't just do half an hour and slip away, I'd feel embarrassed. So we do get the decent wordcounts. Of course, they'd be better if I stayed three hours, but I haz my limits. My limits, let me show you them.
Granted, it's always easier when, as I say, I know what I'm doing. Today was closing in on the end of a chapter, which is always easier than starting.
It makes for a comfortable rest-of-the-day, though: lunch, and then back to work with e-mail and internets and no great pressure any more. Finish this chapter and start the next, that's all I need. Maybe noodle about with something else in between times. Be sat on a little, perhaps, if I'm lucky: Mac is considering the notion that he might after all be a lap-cat, under very specific and limited circumstances. He just graced me with ten whole minutes and a purr.
Now he's gone, so I can go. I'm hungry...