Diary of a writing project. Day 162: what time is it?

We are a great many.

To hate Daylight saving time.

For a couple of days after the real outdated Daylight saving time measure, I keep asking myself what time it really is.

This morning, I woke up at 5 in order to get more words on the page, but really it was 4 am.

It was dark and gloomy, heavy clouds holding back a promise of rain. But as luck would have it, I woke up with a smile, courtesy of a funny dream.

And since my dreams have been dark and nightmare-ish for the past two months, I would venture and say it’s a good sign.

Is it the spring?

Is it because I’m consciously stopping myself when I’m getting in a negative thinking mood?

Don’t know.

One thing for sure : it’s a perfect way to start the writing week!

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Diary of a Writing Project. Day 155: One Saturday​ morning thoughts about self-publishing

Must admit, so far, marketing and publishing the book stresses me way, way more than writing the actual novel.
Shouldn’t it be the other way around?

Saturday early morning « mummy » wake up call’s are the best.

Really, really.

For on Saturday, it’s off with stay-at-home / work-from-home mom things to do. Hubby-to-be is taking on the said things, so I can do writing-related business.

A.K.A this morning, research and marketing in order to succeed, even so slightly, at self-publishing a romantic comedy for adult readers.

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