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For a couple of days after the real outdated Daylight saving time measure, I keep asking myself what time it really is.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?
One thing for sure : it’s a perfect way to start the writing week!Continuer la lecture de « Diary of a writing project. Day 162: what time is it? »