How was your weekend? Went on an odyssey to find lamb, but only came back with chops, which was fine. But the important stuff is what happened before and after that.
Let’s get to it.
I’m actually talking about Daylight Savings Time. Ugh. Everything seems to be happening an hour sooner now, even though it really isn’t.
Since the town where the big lamb score could have been was 35 minutes away, I had to get up earlier than normal for a Sunday (since snagging the Sunday paper is a thing of the past now).
And there’ll be something like growing pains until my body clock’s realization of what’s going on with the time catches up to the time on the clock.
Then last night I made things worse by chatting and gaming with some friends until almost 10 at night.
That can be like writing in a way. What I think my writing means–the setting I’m trying to describe, calls to action I’m trying to make, or what-have-ya–can be way different from what my readers get out of it.
If I want to create depth to some part of a story or piece of copy and get them curious, that’s great…otherwise, it’s a disaster. If this “different” isn’t part of a larger whole I’m trying to involve readers in, they can get bored, lost, and quit.
(That usually happens when I draw focus away from important things and get caught up in developing small details–I’m striving to make it so that I do just enough thinking or writing about a certain aspect, and then move on.)
Now if only I could get my body’s inner clock to communicate with my alarm clock.
Until next time,