Missed

Something happened yesterday which has only happened the last several years when I’ve been out of town: I missed a day of writing. Since November of 2021, I get up at 6 a.m. every weekday and am sitting in front of the computer a half-hour later. On Saturdays the timing slides a little later, but I still get there. That’s how I’ve written six books in (uses fingers and toes to count) three and a half years. Trust me, the temptation to sleep later has been there many times and I’ve gone to bed thinking, wouldn’t it be nice to sleep a little later tomorrow? I resist, because once that thinking starts, it’s like hitting the snooze button on my writing. Anyway, all that to say, at least this miss came about for a valid, non-lazy reason. I was sick. I haven’t been sick since September 2022. I’ve been fortunate to be very healthy and have used an incredibly small amount of sick days in my professional career. It was odd yesterday to get up later than normal, but going to bed early the night before and sleeping late combined to help me get over my sickness by early afternoon. Today I’m back at it. Let’s get going.