I’ve just come home from day job, sat down and started to write and I’m starving.
Now let’s be clear – I’m not advocating being a starving artist. Everyone works better when they are warm and fed and happy. No, what I’m talking about is trying to avoid the evening slump.
You know how it is – you do the day job, you spend all day longing to write, you get on, do the housework, make dinner – and by the you’re in the evening slump, and you couldn’t move to write for anything.
I’m trying to avoid this. Housework is only once a week (I have a tiny flat so I can get away with this) and I cook meals I advance and freeze them so I don’t have to waste time cooking. Then after the day job I get home and sit straight at my laptop and work.
Now this only works if I haven’t had a really bad day at work. And because I live alone and have no-one to please but me, so I can let the flat get a little bit grubby if I wish. But if I try to write 500 words as soon as I get home and I can manage this three days a week, that’s a lot of work done.
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