Hit. Miss. Hit. Miss. Hit. Miss.
I’ve been attempting to be a more steady-on writer. Someone who has a regular writing routine. Someone who writes every day. Even someone who writes in the <gasp> morning.
I thought that if I just did this, I would finally finish the never-ending manuscript. And I would be a better person.
This is easy to believe, given the vast number of stories and adages about the virtues of persistence and good habits
and early risers.
And no one has ever mistaken me for a morning person.
Granted I can’t arrange my life so that I can binge-write every day. If I did, I wouldn’t have any life other than writing. But most weeks I can find a way to binge-write for at least a chunk of one day, if not two or three days. So why not do that?
Is binge-writing really so wrong? Is there anything inherently bad about excess? Does one have to have a daily routine to be successful or virtuous or productive? Do I have to be slow-and-steady to win the writing race? Is it really necessary to get up at what my kids call “the butt-crack of dawn” to be healthy, wealthy and wise?
So despite cultural programming (and despite being married to a dyed-in-the-wool morning person who sincerely believes early birds are the only ones who deserve worms), I’m embracing my binge-writing, even when that means I fall back on my <gasp> night owl tendencies.
I yam a binge-writer.
A binge-writer with a tendency to be a night owl.
And while I haven’t yet put the final seal on my work-in-progress,
I did make progress, and I did meet my most recent writing goals.
Please do not construe this as medical, legal, or financial advice.
I happen to LOVE canned spinach.
For years I've eaten it cold, straight from the can.
If this coffee shop really exists, I want to go!
Are there any other night owls who want to meet me here
for a cuppa Joe around 1am?