Late writing

I’ve just heard my front door lock, which it does automatically at 9.00 pm each night. It also coincided with when I managed to get today’s writing started. I generally like to start my writing a lot earlier in the evening, but tonight it seems I had a whole heap of other stuff to get done before I could get started.

Where did the four hours after I clocked off from work at 5.00 pm go? A five-kilometre run, the drive home from work, cooking dinner, and some Zoom-Zoom Club Committee paperwork swallowed it up. 

I still have three hours to finish my writing, but I am not a ‘go to bed late’ type of guy. If I have to stay up and write too close to the bewitching hour, then the quality of my writing suffers, and I suffer the next day. So hopefully, I will get a sleep in tomorrow.

Regardless of how tired I might be, I have turned up to write, and I will get it done before midnight. Not having time to write is no excuse for not writing.