Daylight Savings Time is kicking my butt this year. I normally have my blog post done and ready to post at midnight on my blog day, but not this time. You’d think since I’m now a full-time writer who can set her own hours that the time change wouldn’t affect me, but for some reason, this year it’s throwing everything off.
My normal work schedule is to start writing around midnight and write until 3 or 4 a.m. With the time change, the hubby is staying up later, which messes up my evening schedule of promo, putting my writing start time off until 1 a.m. And then I end up writing until around 5 a.m. Which means I sleep until 11. I find myself scrambling to get his lunch fixed before my eyes are even open.
Tomorrow it all gets worse. That’s when the roofers will arrive at 7:30 a.m. to begin the total roof replacement. That means I either have to go to bed by midnight or just forget about sleep all together. The noise will mean no nap in the afternoon. And then there’s the matter of no internet and no TV for several days since they have to take off the satellite dishes to put the roof over my office.
My skin is already crawling. No internet? For what could be up to a week? No way.
I have this little thing called OCD. No, I don’t wash my hands over and over or do repetitive stuff. But I do have to check my Amazon numbers multiple times a day. And my email. And Facebook. Not being able to do this is likely to throw me into a tail spin.
How am I going to handle it? I’m planning to throw myself into my writing. With no internet for days, I’ll have no excuse not to buckle down and write. If the muse gives her blessing, I could actually finish the current book by the time the roof is done. And get it edited by the time they finish repairing the living room ceiling and painting the whole living room. And hey, that living room really needs painting and I won’t have to do it myself.
That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it. Panic is throwing me off my game and making me late–for everything.
What about you? What do you do when life throws you a curve ball? Do you find a way around the obstacles, or do they tend to stop you in your tracks for a while?
When I wrote Lean on Me, I wrote nearly non-stop for five weeks, ignoring the internet, never watching the TV. I’m hoping for that kind of concentration again this time, if only for a week. My heroine Sandy had all kinds of things thrown at her all at once, but she had a little help from her next door neighbor, Hunter. Help she needed, but didn’t want. Maybe I can talk the current hunky hero into stepping up and helping me out here.