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Getting out of bed extra early to write sucks. I decided to compromise with myself by bringing my laptop to bed. God, my bed was so snuggly this morning, it broke my heart to wake up.
I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm exhausted every morning, but can't seem to get to bed before 1 AM. And not for any particularly good reason. Last night I was looking up furniture on IKEA.
Ugh. I'm going to shower, and reconsider "trophy wife" as a career choice.
Nathan Bransford is my new best friend.
When I get home on weeknights, hungry and cranky, checking my email to see if anyone remembered I'm alive...
He's always there.
With encouraging words, scintillating wit and, occasionally, very strong opinions about Kindels.
I stumbled across his blog when I started researching literary agents and the wonderful world of publishing. Unlike some that I've found, Nathan's - yeah, I like to think we're on a first-name basis - is a joy to read.
It strikes a balance between stuff other publishing professionals might care about and support/resources for writers. The blog's very existence is an encouragement to me, because, frankly, B.N.B. (before Nathan Bransford), I couldn't really get my head around literary agents being real, much less cool, people.
Also, it's quite funny.
I would totally invite Nathan B. to my party.
Thanks, Nathan!
Today I'm starting another category called "Adventures in Writing", where I will chronicle my journey to becoming a "real" writer and post the resources I've found along the way.
This week's step towards real writerhood: getting up early. Experts suggest this is one of the habits of highly successful people, so I thought I'd give it a go. I left off writing last night at a point where I still wanted to write more, which made it way easier to get up. Unfortunately, I used the better part of my time this morning cleaning my apartment, and now I have to go shower and get to work. How people get up, work out, eat breakfast, shower and do their ethnic hair before work is beyond me. I literally have 20 minutes.