I wake up in the morning, pry myself out of bed and sulk around thinking that a bowl of cereal or cup of tea is the next piece in the puzzle to making myself ready to stare at the screen for the next few hours and write. I’ve spoken about how inspiration is BS, and even William Faulkner agrees with me:
I only write when I am inspired. Fortunately I am inspired at nine o’clock every morning.
This inspiration to write often comes from a goal, written on paper, or so ingrained in your habits that it flows out of you naturally everyday. This started turning my mind wheels, because I often switch off between my goals.
Sometimes I set a time limit and other times I set a word count goal for writing.