Writing Schedule: My Attempt

After some hard googling, looking at examples, and a firm talk to myself…. I think I have created a workable writing schedule for myself! It will probably adapt as I figure out what works best for me, but this is a good starting point.

Here is what it looks like:

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I have four hours of solid writing time, three hours reading, two hours exercise including rest and snack, and one hour TV watching. I’ve built in relax time too (which is usually TV watching, too, but can be doing stuff around the house).

Since we spent the weekend away with Andrew’s family, I didn’t start this Monday or even today. I am going to push myself to abandon my dream land and get a start on the day bright and early. It may seem like 4am is a very early time (it fricken is), but it will help my husband get to work earlier. That will help us both out.

Realistically, if I get bit by the writing bug and NEED to keep writing (known to happen), I will do so. If I wake up at 2:30am needing to work on my book (has happened, too) then I will do so. My writing and reading trump (almost) everything else and will be given priority.

However since I have been having issues incorporating both into my day to day life, this should force me into high gear on both. It will also give me things to write about for my blog since I plan on focusing on writing and reading on here, too. (Other topics may be touched upon now and then, but not weekly).

Wish me luck, followers!

Sleeping Reality

Sleep is a sweet treat

Filled with delicious dreams

Sinking deep into my mind.

I tape over those pesky seams

 

The ones dividing me

From reality.

They are fantastical paths

Winding stairways so free.

 

I want to walk them all

Every oddball scheme

Every horrid thought

See the information I glean

On me.

 

Dreams are mirrors

Absorbing our image

Distorting, contorting it

Like a puppet almost finished.

 

I snooze the alarm clock

Again, again, again

Dodge the waking hour

For the dreaming one’s my domain.

 

Awake at last, it feels

When eyelids close

And darkness bows.

 

 

August 2017

It was a big day
But in a little way.
The end of my two weeks
Which was less than bleak.
I left that job
Feeling more than just a glob.
Unsure of what lay ahead
Yet I was not filled with dread.
Instead I felt hope anew
My footsteps led me far and true.
I stumbled upon my purpose,
And it was time to get down to business.
 
I had had a dream,
Filled with danger and fun.
I told my husband, my mother,
And they were quite stunned.
It spun into an idea
A book written by me,
In which a girl named Vivian
Fought hard just to be free.
 
I am still on that adventure,
Editting, revising Vivian’s tale.
It consumed me through and through,
And I refuse to fail.

Three Parts

I was a child,
Reckless and wild.
Free to create,
Love or hate.
 
I am unknown,
A mystery of my soul.
A part of past,
A mold to be cast.
 
I will be…
Me?
Cracked, but Strong,
Will to carry on.
A writer with ink,
Who refuses to sink.
A wife with a dream,
A hope that gleams.
 
I mean, who knows?
I feed my fires,
Hold on to my wishes,
Cherish my desires.
 
But I don’t know
More than anyone else.
I’ll fight to that future image,
And I will see for myself.

Looking For An Answer

What I really wanted to ask was,

Do you believe in me?

I know I’ve asked before,

But I feel so empty.

I want this dream so badly.

It stands so far away.

You tell me to keep fighting,

But I only seem to stray.

If I don’t push forward,

There’s only possibilities.

Yet this hole grows more and more,

Fraught with anxieties.

A new excuse, another tale,

To pause my future demise.

I don’t see anything else,

Yet I know I’m telling lies.

So what I really wanted to ask was,

Do you think I will succeed?

Is my dream worth fighting for?

Will you help me, please?