50 pages in the face of grief

The sounds in my house have changed.

I'm not sure my mom ever got used to me shutting my office door so I could work and write. I did it because it was often the only way I could focus. Now without my mom here, it's almost silent except when Nestle and Gidget think they need to bark at something that isn't outside.

About ten weeks ago when I started my writing 50 pages a month, I did it by getting up earlier and getting to my desk by 7:45 am. While it isn't foul proof that the phone calls won't start (and I have to not look at my email), I found that I was more productive. I don't like getting myself out of bed at 5:05 to run and run the dogs plus shower but I know that I am much happier by putting something that is so important to me first in my day.

While writing more is writing more is part of this, so is writing better. When I leave it for the end of the day, I rush through it and I don't enjoy the process nor do I believe I create a quality product.