As if coffee is going to wake you up.
I bet you’re a lot like me.
You have a day job. You have friends and hobbies and maybe even a family to support. But you’re also doing this Writing A Book thing, prompted by nobody and nothing aside from your own unbridled ambition (and a touch of grandiosity) to make your mark on the world by telling a story that matters.
So you write. You write throughout the week, before work, before the neighbours blast their obnoxious Top 40 playlists, before the clock strikes midnight and sometimes a little while after.
But then you moved. Then your mother fell ill. Then you took on new projects that demanded more of your time.
Suddenly you can’t write everyday anymore. Continue reading