And Lo’ it was Sunday.
(Greetings feels overdone)
I sit here surfing the deep and abiding pleasure of ham inside my mighty stomach listening to the gurgle and roar of (American) football from the living room. A nice blend of content and tired. I could take a nap.
This is NOT acceptable
I will have you know I have gotten almost no writing done in several weeks. This is annoying me. I have a new novel in the works, I have short stories unfinished, I have submissions I should be sending, but I am not because I am so fricking tired.
You may or may not recall (I make no assumptions as to your powers of comprehension) that I started a new day job over the summer. It is for a very cool company, but it is a small company and everyone works very hard. Honestly, harder than I am used to working. I have lived in the 45 – 50 hours a week of work as my norm for years. Now I am essentially back in the start-up world where people who work less than 60 hour weeks are viewed as slackers.
Let me offer you some life math
Work + wife + children + domestic responsibilities + social obligations + kids activities + hobbies + WRITING = Eleventy bagillion hours a week
You will notice there has been no inclusion of eating, sleeping or bathing in this schedule. *sniff sniff* Yeah…
I am hitting a wall in terms of my ability to keep up and honestly, this feels unacceptable. I have miles to go before I sleep.
So I am endeavoring to reestablish my caffeine addiction. After years of not drinking daily coffee, I working to cultivate that behavior to help increase my productivity.
I just took delivery of one of these bad boy:
Of course, the damn water reservoir is cracked so I have an open ticket with the Cuisinart people to make this fully functional. (Cuisinart, PASS THIS BILL…)
Lets see if adding stimulants to the mix will help me fold space and time to get this new novel going.
Next up, Meth!
QOTD? What is your favorite K-Cup product?
-Seamus the ever yawning