10:00 AM: Ass in chair. Write 1,000 words.
Sometime After: Live life, collect ideas, talk with friends and strangers, maintain giddy and optimistic faith in the universe despite all pessimistic curveballs, read, and do fun shit that is none of your business.
Next Day: Repeat.
There is no mystique. There are no excuses.
© 2010, Edward Champion. All rights reserved.
The times might look a little different in my own diary, but I couldn’t agree more.
There are no particular reasons why I can’t agree with this being a decent format for an ideal schedule. However, as one for which I am capable of living by, it seems to fall short –- much to my dismay.