I love timers. I have a clock collection. They don’t run, and they all say different times; I like ’em because they’re pretty, and unique, and… well, because I just like clocks. Tiny gears with tinier teeth, all meshing and clicking away to create a whole that was magical and useful. You know, the kid’s question – ‘How does the clock know what time it is?’ I used to take a look at mine and wonder where in the world that time was, and what was happening there.
So this week, I upped the ante on my writing. An article for my website, complete with research. Two blog posts, complete with good pictures run through Lightroom if necessary. Two thousand words a day for the NaNoWriMo challenge. And Wednesday is the day I schedule for my MKMMA blog post.
Sunday, Monday and Tuesday I was still up at three, four and two in the morning, respectively. I was tired, my eyelids were heavy, heavy… and I damned well wasn’t going to bed until they were done, because it was written on my index card. And the alarm still rang at the normal time the next day – ‘next day’ being relative. It isn’t properly tomorrow until I get some sleep!
Still not a fan of mornings. They’re beautiful – I love sunrises, especially the ones with pink and orange and gilded, shiny gold clouds. Over water is best. Love the water. All the reflections – you get two sunrises for the price of one! So mornings are worthwhile for sure. They just start too early. And I’m still anticipating waking up with a vigor I have never before known.
So I woke up this morning with the thought of ‘timers’ in my head. I set a timer. An hour each for the blog posts, two hours for the research and writing of the website article, two hours for the NaNoWriMo challenge. That’s six hours. I can do that. That leaves me plenty of time for sleeping, the MKMMA-related work, regular household chores and other projects… And we all work better to deadlines, right?
So gonna try that today. I have a timer running right now, as a matter of fact. And woe betide me if this post is not done by the time it rings, for there will be no fudging allowed and yet I must complete the task.
Because I said I would.
Oooh. Just flashed on the parental phrase, ‘Because I said so.’
So something else that was different this morning: I woke up and I was seeing the shapes and colors I have posted around the house. They’re on my index cards and all, but I’ve never really seen them, if you know what I mean. I have to make a conscious effort. My eye just kind of skips over them; it’s the words that are important. Well, I’ve thrown myself into the spirit of the exercise, and every time I pass one of my signs, I pause, read it, and trace the outline as I close my eyes and imagine what that goal is going to feel like. This morning I saw the colors. Red is my first book getting published. Blue is developing my network marketing team. Yellow is my website – fifty articles of quality content by the end of the year. And green is what the bank accounts are looking like in two years.
I think I’ll talk to Jerry – see what kind of plan we can come up with for being snowbirds next year, spend the winter somewhere warm and sunny. With water and pink-gold-orange sunrises.
(And just like that, we go from ‘I wish I could,’ to ‘How do we want to do this?’)