unicorn poop, early mornings, and the grey wolf: a routine(ish)

I’m trying to establish a routine. This is the first week I have implemented Operation Get More Sleep and Write and Read as Much as Possible. (OGMSWRMP for short.)

(I pick the best Operation names)

Here’s the bare bones of it: Get up at 5:15-20ish, devotions, write for ten – twenty minutes, go to work. When I get home, do some exercise, practice my violin and do more writing. Read. Sleep. Wake up. Repeat.

(And have a semi-social life as well. But that’s not the focus of this post.)

Join me?

Monday

5:15 am: Rejoice with me! I actually got up and blearily read my Bible and wrote! True. The words were probably not worth much but I wrote!! This was good news indeed.

Also, I flossed. Am a total adult.

Afternoon: When I returned from work, Mum and I had a walk in the park. Picture two ladies from a Heyer or Austen novel ambling arm in arm across rolling green hills lined with trees with a river grandly running at the bottom.

That was us. In a way.

Evening: Practiced the violin. It didn’t totally suck. VICTORY IS MINE! Managed to write 1,000 words in Project If.

Retired to bed (isn’t that a grand sentence?!) with a pile of books.

Tuesday

“I don’t know how I’ve stood it. It’s been hard over the years. Believe me, I was sorry at first for you – crying in a ball and snivelling like a toddler, as you were when you first got here – but then you passed the Test and I was vomiting eleven times out of ten. It was a hard time for me. Very difficult.”

Project Unicorn poop

Rinse and repeat. No stroll though as the heavens had decided to weep all over us. Had a lengthy chat with an uncle and aunt about books and how the world needed more kindness, caring, graciousness, and compassion.

Played the violin. It partially sucked. Wrote 1,000 words – took me a long time and a ramble through youtube to get to it so I wish I had written a bit more.

Retreated to bed with books. Perhaps I should write Project If instead of Project Unicorn Poop in the morning?

Wednesday

Rinse and repeat – except for the fact that I had a crazy dream where every element from my life was jumbled together in the most bizarre brain trip ever.

We should have done the Grey Wolf said a co-worker and in my dream I thought: my gosh. this makes SENSE!

Woke up. Wrote 450 words. A paragraph was just awful. I’m not sure how I did it but it was the worst.

No stroll this afternoon, but I was forced to sit still for a little while, so watched a movie to pass the time. Pillow Talk has SO MUCH INNUENDO HONEST TO GOODNESS. Doris Day! I thought you were in innocent movies!!

Edited Project If and snatched some Out of Character behaviour from someone and plopped it into the lap of someone else.

Also, poor Marius is just having the worst day. Week. Month. Year. Poor soul.

Thursday

I think I’m writing too much about unicorn poop <- my crisis from this morning. But there’s so much to talk about! Who knew?!

Home. And writing – had to write a really big chapter in Project If. I’m not certain that I did it correctly but … it’s Draft One. All things can be forgiven in Draft One.

INCLUDING RUINING THE WHOLE DANG PROJECT. GOOD ONE, NESS!

It was the stooped man who held his fist as if it hurt, eyeing him as a butcher does a carcass – wondering where to cut first.

PROJECT IF

I’m reading ‘stooped’ as ‘stoopid’ as in ‘stupid’. SO THAT MAKES THAT LINE REALLY GREAT, DOESN’T IT NOW????!

Friday

Wrote in Project Unicorn Poop. It’s either utter rubbish or probably the best thing ever. I’m not sure which one … but I’ll take it.

I’m pretty sure I had something incredibly insightful to say here but … nope. It’s gone. OH WAIT! I remember. I played my violin. Someone else played their guitar downstairs. I realised that while the guitar was hitting actual-in-tune-notes … I was not. My violin was quietly put away.

(I knew it was insightful!)

(And has nothing to do with this post.)

Also, Project If is proving to be moving faster than the chapter plans for it. I’ll be lucky if I can reach 60,000 words for it. And all because I forgot to add a really important element of the story … oh well, Draft Two’s going to have so much work to do. If Draft One is a shrimp, Draft Two’s going to be a blue whale.

Conclusion

Books Finished: Two. (They were small – Steal Like an Artist and Keep Going by Austin Kleon)

Project If: 4332 words written and a chapter lightly dusted with editing.

Project Unicorn Poop: 2048 words written. Still bewildered, bemused, and amused that I’m writing it.

Amount of Sleep: Between six to seven hours each night. Wayyy up from last week which averaged at five or less.

I wish I’d written more but …I’ve written more in this one week than I’ve written for a while. I’ll count this as a success!

Have a great weekend!