This week I've been waking up early to pound the keys before work. Not only is it increasing the rate at which I churn out my novel-in-progress; I've discovered I have some dang-near-revelations in those wee hours!
No, it's true! I bet you don't believe me because of all those times I said I was going to wake up at 6 a.m. and go for a run. What's that? I never told you? Well, it was implied by my incessant regret, excessive lethargy, and the abundance of coffee cups on my desk.
But I guess my subconscious likes writing a lot more than it likes running, because it hasn't been half as hard to get my butt out of bed in the morning to pound the keys as opposed to the pavement. The other morning I even woke up at five! Go figure!
Seriously, though, it's a great feeling. By 8 o'clock I'm fed, juiced on caffeine, dressed for work, and 2,000 words more experienced (and closer to a completed novel). And my day hasn't even started yet!
P.S. If I was a bird, I'd be a condor! And I'd eat microchips!