After not finding time to work on my novel for the third day in a row, I said to my husband yesterday, I’m going to have to start getting up early to work on my novel. I didn’t mean it.

I’m not a morning person. In more than one sense. I do not rise early nor am I pleasant. I want to brush my teeth, brew a cup of tea, and then slip into my study–all without being observed or talked to.

I had hoped age would bestow upon me a desire to get up early, but so far, no luck with that.

When I began this post, I had no intention of actually trying to get up early, but all of a sudden, I think I might try it. Maybe that would be just the thing.

*with thanks to Annie Murphy Karabell


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