So, I’m starting work on a new writing project. A novel. Crazy, I know. I’ve been sketching things out and have written some small pieces to fit into the overall frame. My goal this morning was to wake up at 5:30 a.m. and do some writing. The alarm went off (two of them in separate rooms), and I get up and set them for later. They go off again, and I repeat the action. Finally, I wake up at ten till seven, a little frustrated and mad. MWF I get up at 5:30 to go jogging, so it shouldn’t be so difficult. Next time, I guess.