“Everyone behaves badly–given the chance.”
― Ernest Hemingway,
It’s 10 p.m. I’ve been at my desk 11 hours today, starting the revision of a script I wrote more than a decade okay but had to lay aside, hoping one day I’d return to it.
That day has arrived. I want to keep writing now but the so-called bedtime calls.
And yet, that call seems to escape me when I retire directly from the writing. My creative mind is still a-whirling. There’s no stopping it.
Writing is my full-time job now. This is my fourth month, third actually, as the first month I was settling into my new apartment. I seem to have settled into a routine but it doesn’t really jive with the rest of the world.
I’m really not surprised at the 11 hours. What does surprise me is that I think I’ve only been working for 5 or 6 hours, which can easily be 15 or 16 instead, with 11 and 12 becoming the average. Obviously, I’m in the zone and falling down the rabbit hole of creation, losing track of time. The White Rabbit would be furious, of course.
Strangely, I find myself wanting to arise with the sun. Instead, it’s closer to lunchtime.
I’d like to more in sync with the rest of the world. Although, there is something to be said for empty restaurants in the middle of the morning or afternoon.
Also, I’d like to spend evenings watching the news, then some favorite programs. Instead, I’m watching the recordings of these programs late, late, late at night, speeding through the commercials.
I’m reading while eating. Not a bad habit, until I’m eating more than I should because I want to keep reading. Okay, I can fix that habit. Now that spring has finally arrived, I can sit out on my patio and read, enjoying the birds and relative quiet while others are at work during the day.
Overall, what’s wrong with this picture? Nothing really. I’m reading, writing, and enjoying life, ecstatic that each day is mine.
So what if at 5 or 6 a.m., I finally fall asleep, getting my best sleep. A nap, really.
So what if I’m answering the door in my PJs when the mail, UPS, or Fed-Ex arrives, and I look like someone’s worst nightmare? “Oops, you caught me!” always gets a laugh. I’m sure it isn’t their first time.
I’m even considering sleeping in my clothes so they won’t be so embarrassed, but that just seems wrong somehow.
Trouble is, I have two early morning appointments coming up this week, the first in two days. That means blowing the cobwebs off the alarm clock. Actually, rising with the sun.
Maybe I should practice tomorrow morning. Just to make sure I still hear the alarm’s obnoxious ring. What does it sound like again?