Scene: Writer is sitting at computer, working on in-progress novel.
Rising Action: Said writer decides to go online to research a portion of the history.
Climax, and also falling action: The research continues for two hours, as said writer finds so many interesting facts, contradictory issues, and related stories.
Conclusion: Writer is tired of sitting at the computer. Calls it a day after only writing two paragraphs on novel.
This was yesterday. Hopefully, it will not be today.
If any of you have any helpful tips to avoid these research rabbit holes, I am all ears.
She lay blissfully dreaming, sleeping, resting……..until she wasn’t.
Knowing she had overslept as soon as she opened her eyes, she sat straight up in bed, heart pounding, feeling a bit of panic.
Quick shower, no breakfast, no tea before carpool duty.
Yep….that was my morning. And now I am throwing all caution to the wind and writing before my normal time. Just to do it. Here are my observations as I have progressed through the morning thus far:
Morning routines bring an amazing amount of comfort. Even though I am always saying that I need something new, something to change, that evidently does not apply to the morning. When I am sleepy and groggy, those little routines give a very needed propelling boost.
Without the morning routines, I stand for long moments, wondering what I am doing next. I found myself just staring at my boots this morning, not sure whether to put them on or not. When I got home from dropping my daughter at school, I ate my omelet, am currently drinking my tea. But they really don’t have the same kick they would have had earlier. Why is that? Because I am already up, forced into activity? Ahhh, the many questions of life. lol
I don’t need to do all the things I think I need to do in order to get out the door. No, I don’t need to brush my teeth, fix my sopping wet hair, drink my tea. But those small creature comforts sure do add to the morning, I must say. I felt slightly neanderthal this morning as I drove down the road. I guess it is a relief to know that if there was a giant black bear pounding his way into my home in the early morning, I could get out of the door without a long leisurely shower. 🙂
I think differently on an oversleeping morning. I feel as if I am playing catch-up to get things done, although in actuality, everything is pretty much done that needs doing. But I can’t shake that first feeling of “I’m late! I’m late!”
Anyway, there you have another one of my lists. I promise not to make this a habit. Somehow, it has helped to just observe the morning instead of feeling the morning with no words.
So, all you writers out there, take heart! Your words matter! Oh my…..I am very weird this morning. I suppose that is a side effect of oversleeping as well.
Write and let me know your best and most entertaining oversleeping story.
Have a great morning drinking your tea, your coffee, reading or writing your words,
Our power is going on and off. The internet is down, again. Living in the country is wonderful, but not so wonderful for the latest and greatest technology.
Anyway, I wasn’t going to write. No wordpress.com available, little laptop battery left, yada, yada, yada. I am thinking about writers before the dawn of the computer. Pen, paper, and sometimes, quill, parchment, candlelight. Or even before that, stone and chisel. Torches.
The urge to write, to create, to express ideas is strong in writers. Or at least it should be. God has created us in His image, and He is the ultimate Creator, the ultimate Writer. Nothing stops Him. 😊
So I am writing this on my low battery, and giving myself an inner lecture. Because I can write anytime, and I don’t need a fancy laptop and high-speed internet to do it. Even if no one reads it, it is cathartic, it is satisfying, it stimulates a good productive part of my brain that needs to be away from the infernal internet.
Maybe you will read this on the blog today, and maybe not. But either way, I wrote. And if the battery dies, I will find a nice pad of paper and my favorite pen. I just hope I don’t have to find a chisel. Lol
Lisa
Postscript – As you can see, the internet came back for now. So the blog is posted. But this has given me much food for thought…..do I write for others, or for the joy of writing, or for God? Maybe for all mentionned? How do I feel after I write? How would all of us do if internet and electricity were down long term? Wow…..can opened, worms everywhere….(thank you, Chandler Bing from F.R.I.E.N.D.S)
Scene 1: Early Morning. Lisa arises, feels new, refreshed, ready to tackle the day. She blogs about rising above the storm clouds, about dealing well with the “it is” in her life. Feeling good.
Scene 2: Late afternoon. Lisa is half crying and half mad. Things have gone from bad to worse with little and big irritations, changes, stresses, people being people. Husband laughingly, lovingly, asks where the “it is” girl has gone. She feels a headache beginning.
“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” – Lamentations 3:22-23
We are human. Life happens. People keep on being people, and none of us are perfect for sure.
Is the real me the one who blogs in the morning? Or the frustrated headachy one in the afternoon? The real me is both of these creatures. God has created us with a myriad of colorful, wonderful and sometimes exhausting emotions.
Verses like the one above bring me great joy and peace. He knows me. He loves me. He gives me new compassion every morning. He will remain faithful to me no matter what.
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