Yesterday, the prior evening’s lack of sleep sidetracked my good intentions. When I can’t sleep, I refuse to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling. In the past, I have used insomnia as an excuse to rearrange furniture, bake cookies, catch up on laundry, work on neglected projects, or watch the mindless flickering on the television screen. Any activity I select, I chose, hoping I will soon grow tired enough to return to bed and sleep.

This time, the activity I pursued, reading, had the opposite result. At two in the morning, I picked up a book and kept turning pages until I finally felt sleepy. The clock said it was seven, and I didn’t have the energy to get up, make a pot of coffee, and start the day despite being up all night. The tactic often works. Sticking to my usual schedule ensures I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow. Yesterday, I logged four hours of sleep and spent the rest of my day dragging myself around. Regardless of my energy level, some tasks require my attention.

I always remember my number one writing priority. My core habits are strong, and writing a little every day is my secret weapon. Yesterday I wrote 192 words.

Did you write yesterday?

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Keep on writing.

Jo Hawk The Writer