These have been my mornings lately: Tired, coffee, work, 2pm doldrums, more coffee, second job, exhausted, go to bed early... CANNOT SLEEP! CAFFEINE REMEMBERS YOU!
Next morning: very tired, more coffee... etc.
I skipped my writing hour this morning. I know, I know. But caffeine held me in its anxious embrace until half past midnight last night. When the alarm went off at 6:30am, I think I actually said aloud "Oh god no" and then hit snooze until it was time to get ready for the day job.
Later, I tried an experiment wherein I chugged all the coffee I would typically have over the course of a day before 10am. It made for an eye-spasmy morning, a kind-of buzzed lunchtime, and a fatigued evening. Now there will be sleep. And then writing. Yes. Sweet, sweet writing...
I made a little progress on Week Two's challenge before my second job tonight. I decided that it's going to be a short prose piece, not a poem (this is for the best), and will feature Dante and Blake as fictional characters. So poets 500 years apart rather than 1300, but it's the spirit of the thing that counts, right?