Well, I had turned the lights out after midnight (great choice there), and did my usual dawdling in the morning, including doing a bit of research if one can get addicted to sleep deprivation. Um. And yes, being sleep deprived does give one a sort of high and that can become addictive in a way but, of course, not like a drug. On the flip side, sleep deprivation can lead to other addictions because your impulse control and rational decision-making is inhibited. Duh.
I wrote morning pages and did twenty minutes of fiction writing but decided to do yoga later. Well, spoiler, later never came.
I was very determined to go for a walk in the morning but with one thing or the other I didn’t get that done either, and also didn’t change the sheets on my bed. But still, the morning did go reasonably well.
We had leftovers for lunch, I got to eat all that was left from our Christmas Eve meal:
And then I played some silly iPad games and also a bit of ‚Neva‘ which I’m really enjoying. Then I finally took a shower, then did the dishes. The good thing was that I procrastinated both things a bit because then my husband emerged from his nap and it turned out he needed to shower as well. If I had done it as planned he would have had to take his shower cold.
I talked with the boy for a bit, my husband’s friends turned up and I went into my studio for my weekly writers group check-in. That conversation was really, really fun and helpful. I got to pick other peoples’ brains who had totally different experiences with publishing.
One thing that is a bit weird is that a lot of them started thinking about publishing in 2012, just like me, but they have dozens of books out by now. I don’t. Well, it is what it is. And I just realized that if I look at how many books I wrote from then to now I’ll have an idea how many might be feasible in the future. Huh.
Right in the middle of the call my door opened and our percussionist friend showed up. He couldn’t figure out where the music was coming from.
I finally did my vocal warm-up but just as I was about to go downstairs and join rehearsal the whole gang was coming upstairs. It turned out that my husband and I were the only ones who had had lunch that day, they were all starving so we went out for dinner. No pictures, sorry.
We came back home, finally rehearsed that one song I’ll be singing with them, the one my husband and I wrote together when we were in Brazil, and by 9.30 his two friends claimed that they needed to catch the last bus and were off. (The last bus goes two hours later and they also could have taken the train that runs all through the night, just not as often.) But I’m not complaining.
I thought it was still early enough to watch a short episode of something but then almost fell asleep while doing Duolingo so I took myself off to bed at a reasonable hour for a change.
And I got a little more sleep which is rather nice.
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