My tip to combat that is to never put off drafting or finishing posts until after the layout, if you do the designing.
Then there’s the day-to-day stuff; the too-sick-to-write today. I’ve been occasionally there for years. The biggest thing I’ve learned is that I can’t write too tired. I love staying up late, and when I’ve been up for 16 hours, maybe more, occasionally less; I’m still good for other things. I can be very productive with graphics, code, now even laying audio tracks on my computer (W00t!!). Sometimes I can zombie through a cranky ill feeling out of determination (obsession) and get ALL the bugs out of site code. I might even craft a few lyrics or a dress sketch in my dreams. I go through occasional periods when I’m a lyrics machine, like I’ve taken my lyric fiber aplenty.
But I just cannot write an article, or even casual blog post, late at night. Or “my” night, whatever that is that day.
Of course I’m not a morning person either.
And first things first like everyone else. Maybe check a social site, two or even email (ha). A Facebook game if I’m not currently sick of them. A couple potty trips, a face wash, a “morning” beverage (or soda, fuck it). Then breakfast, or a bit later, depending on how “full” I was at bedtime.
Sooner or later, I’m awake and ready to work, especially on the days I got to sleep “in” or do build energy. I hate the taste of coffee, so it’s not a given for me to get there. And once I’m ready to be productive, I’ve decided my priority (yours could be your similar no-night task).
I now know the plan must be: writing first (or current step in this morning routine). Not poetry, the “work” stuff. I love writing, but blogging is also a bit more work than some other arts. And no, not the promotion or tech stuff, that’s breezy fun (still not play, fuckers).
Not after lunch (the 2:30 feeling), not after even the important and challenging tasks of laying tracks (can’t be a rockstar without it, but it can – shock – wait measly hours):
This morning (and it’s real morning to boot) I’m luckier than most. I awoke with ideas, not for a purse sketch (fashion design is one of my crazy lusts) or a song, but practically a whole blog post. Sweet as pie.
And here it is. … Meh, it’ll do.