A post! On a Saturday! What the whaaaa? Sure, I try to keep it regular but I just had an idea, as it is 5:05 am, I’m messing around on Facebook, prepping blog posts, and writing. I don’t know if it is necessarily healthy to burn the midnight oil, day in and day out. I had a couple drinks (see phone on the right), I worked on a summer schedule (not done with it), I wrote a pretty interesting story that explores the same damn theme I always explore (Junot Diaz does that but, well, he’s Junot Diaz. He’s allowed) but in a different way, messed around on Facebook (this is not good. I just scroll the newsfeed like a zombie. This MUST stop). I need to stop this. I just had a milestone birthday. I am getting older (not 40. No. Not that). I run around like a chicken with my head cut off, I stay up really late, a lot, doing nothing but browsing the web and reading articles I find. I am not 25 (even though when I was 25 what I do now was not possible). Burning the midnight oil isn’t a healthy thing to do but I have always been drawn to the night, for a very long time at least.
I write my best at night. When I get up during the day I am on a sleep med hangover and don’t do anything. It is almost like I am frozen during the day. I just pace my apartment or browse social sites on my phone (I’m looking at YOU Reddit). I’ve got to switch this around, for my health, for my sanity. I love the romanticism of the fevered writer in the night, pounding keys, writing works of brilliance. But it is wearing on me. I sleep after going to bed at 4 am and get up at 3 pm and I feel like shit. Then I don’t do anything until the night arrives.
So this weekend it is about setting the clock right. This evening I will finish my summer schedule, go to bed by 10 (I am going on a photo walk at 9:15 am) get up at 7 and and get back to basics. The night writer romanticism is so yesterday.