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Hey all, I’m still alive, just trying to get my body and brain used to being awake at 5:30 every morning, and collapsing into bed and falling fast asleep within 3 minutes of hitting the pillow at 8:30 every night. It seems like 98% of the moments during those 15 hours are filled with such intense brain usage that I have nothing left over for the other 2%—writing is suddenly a chore, not a pleasure.

Let me tell you how much THAT sucks.

But I’m going to keep trusting that it will get better. It’s only two weeks in, and I’m already understanding enough that I have to ask a lot less questions. Eventually I will come home at the end of the day feeling like an accomplished human being, rather than a stripped out husk of a woman who wants nothing more than a martini and bed. But who still has to make dinner, switch the laundry, check homework, argue with a teenager about screen time (again) and then get everybody off to bed. Eventually all of that will have its own rhythm and I will have something leftover for me so I can write. Hopefully in time for NaNoWriMo in November because I really do want to get more work done on the novel.

In the meantime, I hope you’re all popping over to say hey at Blended, With Salt. I’m managing to get some writing done over there. Oh, and in case you haven’t had time to check it out recently, ClubMom is having a little incentive program this month. If you join as a member during September, and sign up for the newsletter to have your favorite ClubMom blog updates emailed to you each day, you get 50 points. The 3 bloggers who get the most subscribers get more money in their paycheck for the month. So show me some love!

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