Thank you :) I don’t know if I’ll be able to make it out to the nearest Orthodox Church in the next couple weeks, but I am definitely planning on picking up my search for a church very soon. (I took a break from looking during Lent.) The Orthodox Church is still near the very top of my list of places to visit.
Morning People Baffle Me, or Finding the Time to Write
I am not a morning person. This fact is confirmed each time I get stuck in the elevator at work—before my first cup of coffee—with some poor soul who actually is a morning person. It’s never pretty. Because of this unfortunate flaw in my genetic make-up, I do my writing at night, after I’ve gotten home from work, made dinner, and done any number of other grown-up type duties. Not surprisingly, prodding my foggy brain and tired fingers to tap out fictional masterpieces at that late hour is never my first choice of leisure activity. This is the rock and hard place that belong to most writers who work full-time at non-writerly jobs.
Oh, time.
I recently told my best friend, “I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna write a little bit every single day and finally be able to call myself a Writer.” (I struggle with defining myself as one, even though I have to write to stay sane.) We’ll see if that actually goes anywhere…
I’m in a position now where I handle a lot of writing but don’t get to write enough of my own. I teach college-level writing classes as a graduate assistant, so I’m reading a lot of freshman writing and writing academic papers for my grad classes. Then there’s the whole having a kid thing that takes away a lot of potential writing time (though I’m realizing that my daughter actually provides a lot of writing inspiration).
Unfortunately, the best time for me to write is also the middle of the night, and I don’t have definite space where I do it. Last night, for instance, I sprawled out in bed on my stomach and managed to get the first 600 words of something-or-other written.


