Writing for National Novel Writing Month has had a bit of a rocky start. But, like many parents around the world, weekends belong to youth sports, so there’s that.
Still, since November 1, I have managed to churn out a small amount of the anticipated 50k total expected by the end of the month: alas, only about 2000 words so far. None of them for the memoir though – I’m working on a different story.
Continue reading Typical morning routine of a NaNoWriMo writer
Early this morning I had insomnia. Either that, or I was done sleeping by 4 am. I was in bed before 10pm last night and did some reading, so maybe I was rested enough to get up…?
Who knows. All I know is I couldn’t fall back asleep.
Continue reading Insomnia and early morning mishaps
As I get older, my ability to drink beverages and then go out someplace that does not have a loo nearby is getting more challenging with every passing year. So, longer dog walks, parks and playgrounds, even some baseball diamonds are out (unless they’re newer and have these facilities on the premises, which here in Toronto is not always the case).
Hiding in bushes is neither convenient (it’s February, all the branches are bare), nor desirable (I’m not a kid, or a man…) 🙄
Coffee, tea and water are the worst culprits.
Continue reading Monitoring beverages
There was an episode on the long-running sitcom Frasier years ago that stuck to my brain. Well, several of them do, I really enjoyed that show, but one in particular seems to enter my mind quite frequently. It’s the one where, if I remember correctly, his dad moved in with him and the father-son team are adjusting to living together under this new dynamic.
Frasier liked his morning routine to be Just So. His father, being older and harbouring a hip disability, has his own ideas of how mornings should run and he disrupts his son’s routine completely. At one point Frasier loses it and starts yelling and waving his arms around complaining that his paper is not in front of his door, and when he locates it it’s no longer in the right order, or crisp and unwrinkled…anyway, he is all freaked out and complaining to his dad. It’s funny.
But it’s also not funny. I too like to have a certain morning routine that I hang on to like I do my first cup of coffee. I enjoy that few minutes of alone time before the hustle of kids and school begins.
Continue reading The wake-up routines of now and then
Rarely have I looked forward to my third and final cup of coffee as much as I did today!
My coffee ritual in the morning is pretty much the exact same way every single day. The only time it isn’t is if I’m sick. But even if I’m sick, I still have to get up and get them out of the house so coffee often is still part of the routine. The coffee just doesn’t taste the same, but the infusion of caffeine seems just as necessary despite the illness.
But my regular, normal coffee routine, that is my bliss.
Continue reading Ode to coffee