Or in my case ideas, at 3am where everyone is sound asleep and I’m forced to be alone with my thoughts. Usually, I’ll be at my computer all day, forgetting I have a life outside my little world and if I don’t take care of myself, I’ll starve (if my cats don’t harass me for scratches then I’d be a skeleton at my laptop).
I’ll dish out about 100 – 500 words per day, 700 on a good day, 1k on my best day every. But I tend to take it as slow as possible. I have an alarm on my phone every hour reminding to to get up, stretch and don’t forget I have a bathroom. I usually reserve the day time for small research and tackle the writing close to evening.
I would shut my laptop down after writing (or staring into the abyss) for an hour. I’d freshen myself up before I go to bed, do my reading ritual—to read a chapter or two a night. Then I go to sleep.
… and then my brain wakes me up about quarter to 3am screaming ideas at me and before I can grab up my phone and jot it down… it’s like it never existed. And they’re good ones too. Ones that may have made my story stronger.
It sucks because all my best ideas are in those vivid dreams I can never remember.