I am not a morning person.
|And as such have no morning pictures. Have an evening on Ilkley Moor instead.|
This thing of it is, I've got loads to do, and every article I read about productivity tells me to get up earlier. I've spent years telling myself that doesn't apply to me, but that fact is, it does. I am not a special night person. I'm just lazy.
September began on a Monday, and new months and Mondays are generally good times to start things, so I've overhauled my routine. The results are... mixed.
By getting up an hour earlier, I seem to spend an hour slowly drinking coffee, then go about my normal business, all the while being very tired.
Today I got up two hours earlier, spent an hour nursing a cup of coffee, then wrote this blog.
The results are definitely mixed.
In addition to this morning thing, I've also started writing again and am on a tightly controlled timetable, governed by a colour-changing spreadsheet that OH was kind enough to make me. And it's wonderful, and I'm addicted to it. (I'll screenshot it later, I'm sure, for the delight of spreadsheet junkies everywhere.) I forgot how fun writing could be, when I was too busy chastising myself for not doing it.
BOOK NEWS: His Wicked Shadow has now been proofed and needs tweaking. Hard copies should hopefully be available around the end of October.
PAINTING NEWS: I really, really need to finish that painting.
But I wrote a blog, so I can cross that one of the list. Let's just see how long this morning thing lasts.