Today I decided to work on self-publishing a drama text book that has been with a small press for years and years but is now out of print. I realised I needed to write an extra chapter to make it work so spent the morning on that. I didn’t get up early because of a late night on Sunday. I should take my own advice to invest in my sleep – actually I have been doing that to a certain extent: we have a mattress topper, I’m trying to wind down and avoid screens before bed, but sometimes I don’t manage it. Actually I’m wondering if I’m naturally an owl. Having a child got me used to getting up early so the thought of getting up at 5 doesn’t horrify me like it would have done in my pre-mum days, but I tend to get into more of a flow if I do work in the evenings and the extra hours of sunlight in the high summer make it tempting to stay up and have a beer, meaning I miss my early morning the next day.
I’ve also been going to Pilates, trying to improve my hips, and that’s working slowly. That’s on a Monday too. So I didn’t have a continuous run. After lunch I went to talk to a friend about getting a writing shed. Then my wife and I needed to chat about life planning – again something we’ve scheduled for Mondays. Then it was time for school pick up and tea and the bedtime routine: so the rest of the day got crowded out. I’m so exhausted at the moment that I fell asleep with my nose in a book after a glass of wine. Bournemouth trip tomorrow.