Earlier this week, I promised myself that I would finally finish the final final second draft of Chocolates On My Pillow. (Final final because the first third of the manuscript is on its sixth/seventh/I’ve-lost-count draft, but the remaining two thirds were really lagging behind.)
But back to my story …
Yesterday morning I woke up at 6.45 a.m. Apart from the conventional thoughts of, ‘It’s the weekend, you’ve got to be kidding me,’ I thought back to those final weeks before I published Chocolates in the Ocean. I used to wake up early and sit in the kitchen editing and re-writing, hating the idea that soon I would have to get ready for work. I didn’t want to go to work and deal with whatever problems Sitecore was causing, I wanted to write. Even my boss knew I wanted to stay home and write.
So I got up. (We’re back to yesterday morning now.) As I got up, I picked up my phone and started to look for something. Anything. LinkedIn, Gmail, Amazon sales. Well, one lives in hope. Then I put it down. Because picking it up and doing anything but write is the easiest thing in the world. If you wonder why you get nothing done, think of how much time you spend/waste with that thing in your hand.
I put it on charge far away from me. I sat down in the kitchen and I wrote. As I wrote, I got to see the sun come up over the harbour and transform the dark morning into a beautiful, crisp winter day with frost on the grass.
A day ahead of schedule, I met my deadline. And I still did all the other things my son and I had planned this weekend: put up the Christmas decorations, went to the Carlsberg Christmas market, baked Christmas biscuits, studied for his maths test, relaxed with a Christmas movie and the freshly baked biscuits.
Whatever your dream, life can find a million other things for you to do instead.
If you let it.
But then you will miss the sunrise.