Forty Cups of Coffee
I must be crazy… and yet, it’s working! (The sceptic in me feels obliged to add: ‘so far’)
I joined Jeff Goins’ 15 Day Writing Challenge. Yes, me, who never joins anything that requires commitment, promises, hard work, interacting with community, disclosing stuff about myself… Yesterday was Day 2 of the Callenge and it required us to get up this morning two hours earlier than usual and just write, without logging onto the Internet, without blogging, without distractions. You get the picture.
Except that I usually get up at 5 a.m., to have a bit of quiet time to write (and because I am a bit of an insomniac) before all hell of breakfasts, family demands, emails, business and admin breaks loose. So this meant that today I got up at 3 a.m. I did so through my natural biological alarm clock of ‘worryhead’. I stumbled to the guestroom and snuggled under the duvet with my brand new, gorgeous A4 Rhodia notebook… and actually wrote, for the first time in a month, on my novel.
Sure, I started writing one chapter and then suddenly discovered I wanted to write the final one instead. But I got two hours of uninterrupted thought and considerable amount of writing done. Then I went back to bed for another two hours.
Will I keep this up? Not the 3 a.m. start, but I think the 5 a.m. slot from now on will be dedicated to my novel in longhand, rather than to poetry or writing in my diary. Nice and necessary though those things are, completing my novel is now top priority. And the satisfaction of having done your word count, come what may today, is priceless!
I am now on my third cup of coffee, and have a business call lined up in two minutes. I suspect I will fall short of 40 cups of coffee (only just, though), but I can’t help thinking of the Bill Haley song.