Today I’m taking the opportunity to take a title from the legendary Harlan Ellison short story and warp it around so it fits into something I can place in my blog. Why? Perhaps it’s my only chance to be as a tenth as that literary maniac, though I fear even that attempt will fall short. So just be me, yeah? Yeah.
My nights are filled with a lot of things this week. Practice two nights, one of which I didn’t have to attend, but I feel like a slacker if I don’t. Last night was bout review and I was there with my computer as I was the person who filmed and put together the playlists of the footage of the last two games. It was a lot of fun and a chance to hang out with the team–and it ran a little longer than I expected. I thought I’d be home by nine: it was about ten-thirty when I hit the door. And since we’d been outside for a good part of this I needed a shower to get the sweat off–
And then I got to writing.
Only… By eleven I was nodding off. I mean that in a literal sense: I sat at the computer with my Dragon up and running and the headset on, and my head was falling forward as I fought to stay awake. I manged exactly 350 words before shutting it all down and heading off to bed.
After three and a half years in The Burg I’m finally getting something of a social life and as we know, when you are out being sociable, something has to suffer. My sleep has suffered a bit–mostly because a few nights a week I’m getting four hours of sleep–but my writing has gone right into the tank. I’m behind on my novel and my recaps, which means I’ll be playing a lot of catch up this weekend. Maybe I’m averaging two thousand words a week on the novel, and that’s if I get in a lot of quality time on the weekend.
In the next couple of weeks this should straighten out a bit and I’ll find myself with a much better schedule, but the truth is–I don’t think so. I’m attending an event after work tonight and the chances are I won’t be home until after nine-thirty or ten. Hey, at least I can get in about five hundred words tonight before crashing and burning.
The writing biz would be a lot better if I didn’t have a day job, but that’s not the case. There is one possible solution to this mater and I believe I’m gonna have to try that again and see what happened. After all, it once worked for me well, so I don’t see why I wouldn’t now.
Being social: it’s a blessing in many ways, but it’s also a curse. You want to get out and do things, but in doing so you gotta put something to the side. Either that, or you find a way to free up some of those extra hours you’re hanging on to and put them to good use.
I can’t hold all those hours back, can I?