Getting up at the same time every morning, doing what we do to get prepare for the day ahead –there is something comforting and productive about following a familiar routine. For me, my morning routine signals my brain that it soon will be time to get down to business. I firmly believe that this plays a huge part in achieving my daily goals. And yes, setting measurable goals for the day ahead is part of my routine.

Still, a break from the routine can be just as beneficial, a way to replenish the creative well (I talked about this last Wednesday) or solve a plot problem, or anything else that might be slowing down progress on a work-in-process. A break from the routine doesn’t have to be anything big. It can be as simple as stepping away from the computer to write longhand, pulling weeds from the garden, or cooking.

At the moment, my usual routine is serving me well, so I’ll save the break for another time.

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Until Friday, and wishing you a routine and productive day,

Ann

Two Miró works

Yesterday, I took the afternoon off to visit the Miró exhibit at the Seattle Art Museum, which is about an thirty-minute drive south of my neighborhood. Miró’s art doesn’t exactly thrill me (I don’t get  his sculptures at all!), although I do like his humorous pieces and his use of bright colors.

Besides an afternoon out, the museum trip served another purpose: it helped refill my creative well. A change in my usual writing routine, even for an occasional few hours, always energizes me, and I come back excited and ready to work.

What do you do to refill your creative well?

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Until Friday, and wishing you a recharged creative well,

Ann

It’s Wednesday and we’re halfway through the work week. Yay!

Although for me, the work week often extends to Saturday and an occasional Sunday. But I really don’t mind, because I love what I do. When I’m in the middle of writing a novel, I write every day to get the story on paper and maintain the momentum.

So how does writing relate to burning the rice? I’m glad you asked. 🙂  I happen to eat a fair amount of rice. Yesterday morning I put some on to cook. While it simmered, I headed into my office to work on my current book-in-progress. I told myself, “In 45 minutes, you need to turn off the rice. Don’t forget!”

You see, in the past, I have forgotten a few times–always a Very Bad thing. You should’ve seen the hard-boiled eggs that cooked so long, the water all boiled away. So sad.

Back to yesterday’s fiasco. You can guess what happened. Yep, I was so immersed in my story that I completely forgot about the rice. The instant that awful burnt smell wafted toward me, I raced into the kitchen, scolding myself for another memory lapse. Will I never learn? Ugh, what a stinky mess. I’m still soaking the poor pan.

Darn it–I know better!

Never again, I swear. From now on, if I dare to risk cooking anything while I write, I will set a timer to remind myself to check on it.

There, I’ve posted my pledge for all to see. To share your thoughts about this, click on leave a reply.

Until Friday, and wishing you a middle of the week doesn’t include burned rice,

Ann

Happy middle of the week! I thought I’d jump-start your day with a bit of humor… on myself. 🙂

I’ve been hard at work on a book. As always, when I’m immersed in a story, I tend to be distracted and a little absent-minded. (Make that a lot.) Yesterday afternoon I needed a break. We’re getting ready to paint our bedroom and I decided to stop at the paint store.

Traffic was pretty bad, but I had the radio on and my head in the clouds, thinking about my story, so I didn’t mind. (All the same, I managed to be a careful driver, I swear.) Now here comes the absent-minded part: Instead of heading for the paint store I wanted to visit, I drove to a different store. A store I really don’t like.

I didn’t realize my mistake until I saw the paint store sign.  What was I doing there? Shaking my head, I turned around and headed in the opposite direction. Back through more traffic, more red lights, to another part of town. Time spent going to the wrong place and getting to the right one: 35 minutes!

What a ridiculous waste of the afternoon! I certainly had good reason to get mad at myself. Instead, I shook my head and laughed. And I felt a heck of a lot better than I would have if I’d gone the other route.

Have you done something that caused you to laugh at yourself? If so, I would love to know about it. Click on leave a reply and  post here.

Until Friday,

 Ann