For almost seven years, I got up at 6.15am, caught a train an hour later then got on the Tube (with a change) then walked to my work and did it all again at 5.30pm, five days a week. I was out of the house twelve hours a day. For the last month, I’ve had no commute. I can do my job wherever I want at whatever time a want. It’s felt really strange not having a set routine after so long. It’s like my body is adjusting to not moving at fast speed all the time. I’ve actually felt more tired this month, I think everything is shutting down and trying to grab as much rest as possible after being at full pace for so long.
It’s helped that the weather over here has been completely miserable. With the rain hammering against the window, it’s far easier to open up the computer and write as I’m not longing to be outside. But I’ve also been ill this week and this has slowed down my work rate – yesterday, I watched films all afternoon. But I’m learning to focus on the good things like finishing my first draft and not the lack of activity yesterday. Sometimes you just have to take a break.
The more I sit and write, the more I’m convinced this is what I want to do forever. If God, the universe, the publishing industry, fate etc allow me to obviously. I need to take on some part time work soon so I don’t obliterate any savings but right now I’m enjoying my full-time writing. And I’m building my own routine. Luckily, I don’t tend to sleep particularly well – I lost the ability to lie in until 10am when I left uni so I’m getting to it early, dividing my time between writing, languishing on the internet, watching the rain drip down the window and reading like any good writer does 🙂
It’s amazing how quickly we can adjust to change. I don’t really miss working. I think as an only child I’m self-built to handle being alone working, and when you fill your days coming up with characters and stories, you’re never really alone anyway. I just hope that my new routine can last because the longer I spend my days like this, the more the thought of full-time working in an office for someone else again feels me with dread!
I think my next task is finding some writers nearby I can meet up with for coffee, I mean to work with, of course!
Have you ever had to set a new routine for yourself?