Late Mornings

leafless tree in autumn forest at sunset

There’s little more that I hate than when I awake too late in the morning. Even if I get up a half hour after my usual wakeup time, I have to rearrange my entire day to make up for lost time. Many times I can’t write as soon as I get up. So, I’ll play certain online games which have daily goals. Then, I find I can better focus on my daily goals for writing and website promotion. But, when I wake up late, I find I have to jump right into work, such as the morning I began to write this very piece.

While I can usually multitask, when I really get to writing, the slightest interruption will yank me out of creative mode. The word processor is my sandbox. Too often a stiff breeze blows by and wrecks my sand structures before I even get to finish halfway. Thus, my concentration breaks and you get one of my thousands of aborted works. I try to return to many of them, sure. But, the thought process behind them often becomes alien to me within minutes of losing whatever train of thought I was on at the time.

Of course, a late morning means I stay up later almost without fail. This causes me to then have to cut my nightly rest short, whatever my writer’s brain allows me to get at all in the first place. Oddly enough, the late morning days are often the most productive ones I have, But, I wouldn’t say the quality is as good as when I ease myself into it instead. Late mornings mean quantity over quality. It more often means rehashing and intense editing works both currently unpublished and published. Some I published long enough ago that even I may have forgotten they existed.

Many people take weekends off but I rarely do. Even Sundays I will often write as much as I can. Interestingly enough, Sunday used to be the day I’d write a lot of my articles for clients. Then, I’d have most of the week to work on my own projects. I’m not sure how I got into that habit. But, since moving on from freelance work and focusing more on my own works, I find there’s not much of a rhythm to my work schedule anymore. While I refrain from forcing the writing, I allow myself to write about more topics that I don’t want to post live than I have in the past. 

I do a lot more reading now than I did for the better part of my freelance years. Then, I was hyper-focused on getting my client work done to the best of my ability. That included getting indexed in search engines and researching the latest tips and tricks for promotion. But, the writing itself began to suffer. I’ve decided that in the future I’ll just hire various people to promote my work, something I never had the resources to do before.

I can’t keep up with all the algorithmic nonsense that goes on these days in getting found so I no longer focus on being topical. So, I just write whatever is on my mind. Not being as stressed or panicky as I used to be, I can maintain a bit more focus in writing more coherent essay-quality works.

It’s important to me to not tie tasks to specific times or dates as many other professional writers do. There’s nothing wrong with that, but I need spontaneity to maximize my creativity. It’s whatever works for the individual artist. For me, I’ve struggled so long separating the mundane from the gems of genius that arise sporadically in the pursuit of creative happiness. Now, more than ever, I live to savor the moment and deliver the sensations it offers through my words.

While it may be a dark dreary morning outside, my mind has rarely been so focused on intimate reflections with my inner self and my intellect. There’s a new dawn of realization that came with a new calendar year, something I have wished for years to come. I hope my words will be like rays of sunshine that allow you to peer into your own soul. May you find a way to better appreciate your own moments with new clarity and appreciation like I do now.

~ Amelia <3

Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.
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