This is day two of my challenge to wake at 5am, before the house is awake, before toddler-daughter starts demanding Peppa Pig or Curious George.
Yesterday I woke naturally at 4.50am, so that was fine (although by 10am I wasn't quite sure who the hell I was and by 3 I definitely needed a sit down).
Today, I woke at 4.30 and reset the alarm for an hour later.
I'm following the advice of other, more published, writers out there, to crack on with my first ebook, which has a title change about every half an hour (procrastination, eh?). I write alongside planning my marketing campaign (eh?) and eat my way through our snack box (don't look at me like that, I'm on a self-imposed deadline).
But it's now almost 8pm on day two of early geddups (and the toddler is still asleep I give thee) and I've stopped thinking clearly.
Few more pencil squiggle edits on my paper draft and I'm off to the other sofa.
This working from home malarky is almost as fun as the early-morning writing malarky.