Sleep. Sleep would be good.

The other day, our son was accusing me of being obsessed with sleep. I tried to explain to him that’s only because the last time I had a week wherein I got a full night’s sleep each night was around sixteen years ago. (Go ahead, guess how old he’ll be on his next birthday.) He didn’t seem to think the reason was important.

Anyway, I’ve trapped myself in this loop where I’m up late writing, then I have trouble getting up in the morning, but I have to get the kids off to school, then I’m too awake for a nap, so I try to work but I don’t have any focus until midafternoon when the family’s getting home, and I do paying work or SFWA things, so I don’t write until late and I don’t get as many words as I want …

Maybe tomorrow, I’ll manage a nap so I can regain my focus faster.

Words written today: 206
Words written this month: 11,449
Words written 2017: 51,964
Average words/day 2017: 980
Books completed 2017: 1
Pages read: 2 more chapters of Menagerie with my daughter
Books read 2017: 2
Exercise reps: 0

With luck, 5-1/2 straight hours of sleep tonight.

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  1. Sleep is amazing. Who wouldn’t be obsessed with sleep? 🙂 I hope you’re able to get an appropriately timed nap today so you can be productive *before* the familial herd returns to nest.

    • Thanks, Nicki!

      Who wouldn’t be obsessed with sleep? Well, I didn’t used to be. (Y’know, that phrase looks a lot less natural than it sounds when I say it.) When I was in grad school, there were times I pulled all-nighters in the lab, and I would regularly stay up until 1 or 2, then get up to be back at school by 7. I mean, sure, most of my nights were full nights of sleep, but I just all-around had more energy. Ah, lost youth…

  2. It’s a nasty cycle to break. But we keep going because breaking means we don’t want to lose even a few words… I hope you find your way out and that a bit more sleep comes your way. And happy candles to your boy.

    • Thanks, Dawn. It probably doesn’t help that I’m bound and determined to write Every. Day. This. Year.

      His birthday isn’t until summer — I didn’t sleep well during my pregnancy.

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