The New Regimen

Get up at five. Sneak out of bed so as not to wake the baby, who has migrated from the cosleeper and into my armpit because he's sick. Throw on clothes and furry boot-slippers. Take the dogs downstairs and let them out. Boot up the computer and make tea (Mango Ceylon, right now.) Let the dogs in and settle down with my open Word windows and Write or Die.

Do not check email.
Do not check Facebook.
Do not look at the bowl of Halloween candy.

Write 1500 words in an hour.

Spend the rest of the day futzing with said words and plotting out what I'll write tomorrow at the crack of dawn.

Also: cook, clean, chase the baby.

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Day 3, and it's working. I have almost 5K of new material, and I get to spend today pulling bits from the previous draft and shoving them in, in slices and chunks of varying sizes.

It's also Day 31 of Don't Eat That and Keep Moving. I have lost 14 pounds. This is also for happy making. My goal is to be back in my slinky clothes by NorwesCon.