Can a Cinematic Universe Featuring Universal’s Classic Monsters Really Work? | Part 1

Hello, October! It’s the beginning of spooky season and also International Coffee Day, so grab yourself a French roast (or whatever international flavor suits your fancy) and sit down for a chat, because I’m in a talkative mood today!

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31 Days of Halloween Hooligans

A few years ago, I started a series on my blog called 31 Days of Holiday Hooligans. It was my blog’s equivalent of Freeform’s 25 Days of Christmas and Lifetime and Hallmark Channel’s yearly blitz of sappy holiday-themed movies starting around Thanksgiving (and some years sooner).

Every December, I would post short stories and poems featuring all kinds of holiday shenanigans.

I use the term “hooligan” loosely, of course, for the purpose of alliteration. The holiday fun doesn’t get that wild…usually…

This year I’ve decided to bring the challenge to my second-favorite time of year: spooky season, aka, Halloween! As a girl who loves ghost stories and anything monster (vampires, werewolves, mummies, oh my!), I can’t believe I haven’t thought of this sooner!

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Delete. Delete. Delete.

Delete. Delete. Delete. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past two weeks.

Every so often my blog goes through a purge, when I delete old posts that are no longer relevant or that no longer serve the blog. My very first purge, I changed the site name to what it is now, Lovely Curses, which very much reflects the types of “love stories” I write. In the most recent purge, in 2019, I made some updates in the webpage layout. I haven’t changed it much since, other than giving my front page/about page a sleek new feel (which was updated in 2021). I’d like to think that these regular changes help me to look more experienced as a blogger, make my blog more visitor friendly, and encourage passersby to stay awhile, especially for a weekend coffee chat.

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Happy Blogiversary!

Okay, I lied. It’s not my blogiversary, not for another four months at least. But, as I hit publish on this momentous post, my 87th since mid-August, WordPress tells me I’m on a 30-day streak.

That’s 30 days—a whole month—and 87 morning inspiration writing prompts, 100-word stories, flash stories, poems, and mindless musings after 3.5 years of sporadic writing or no writing at all.

We have to celebrate!

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#IWSG: The Reluctant Christian Romance Writer

There are four genres of fiction that I have always hated…

Historical Fiction


Christian Fiction


Read Part 1 about my reluctance to write Historical Fiction and Fantasy here.

This month for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group blog hop, we were asked the following question:

What genre would be the worst one for you to tackle and why?

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Last week I talked about tackling Historical Fiction. This week I have another confession to make. There was a time when I absolutely HATED Christian and Romance Fiction. And when I say hated, I mean loathed, abhorred, couldn’t stand it! I would stand in the bookstore reading the backs of book covers and rolling my eyes until they got stuck!

Ugh! Another “woe is me” Christian melodrama.

Ack! Another overly described sex scene.

Would you look at that! Nary a plot to be found! We’re just walking around, falling in love, and not knowing why.

But here’s the thing… If you follow my blog, then you’ve seen that the majority of what I write falls within the categories of Christian and Romance.

How did this happen?

Who cursed me?

God, tell me why!

Well, as the saying goes, we write what we know, and what I know is that I’m Christian. God gave me this gift of writing, of storytelling. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid. And I was taught in church that we should use our gifts to bring glory and honor to the Father above who gave them to us.

Now, do my “Christian” stories necessarily do that? Eh, debatable. I tend to write about flawed characters, because, well, I’m flawed. We all are. Nobody but Jesus is perfect, but that doesn’t mean that we can’t still pursue God, which we should, and that is what my characters ultimately do. They may do it right after committing a sin, but come as you are, right? And leave better?

The biggest issue I’ve always had with books I’ve read in this genre is that they can come off as very negative. A lot of Christian novels I’ve read include some form of persecution—trials and tribulations. Everything bad that can happen to our protagonist usually does happen to our protagonist, but, like Job, in the end, they still find God and remain firm in their faith. And yeah, sure, that’s uplifting, but I don’t want to read something that’s 75% depressing. I’m already depressed. Please don’t exacerbate my depression!

In contrast, my stories tend to follow the redemptive arc. Backsliders who come back to Christ. Sinners who seek salvation. And I focus more on their character, rather than what’s happening to them. I find this more uplifting that the persecution arc, which generally strips your protagonist down until they have nothing left but to go to God, and I don’t like presenting God as a last resort. I want Him to be my first choice.

Another thing that has always bothered me about Christian Fiction and Christian doctrine overall is how we present Christianity to the non-Christian world—this requirement that in order to be truly Christian, one must willingly make the choice to suffer for Christ. And I get it. There are plenty of scriptures to back up suffering. Pick up your cross. Paul and that infamous thorn in his side being everyone’s favorite. But Jesus also said, “I’ve come that you may have life, and life more abundantly.” And I was taught that that abundant life can come before you die and go to Heaven.

It’s the way some people go about describing what Christian suffering looks like that doesn’t sit well with me. I think modern evangelical definitions and the apostles’ definitions of suffering for Christ are two divergent concepts. Imagine someone telling you, “Christ died on the cross, so you should be able to handle long COVID.” Uh, no. Christ died so I wouldn’t have to. I’m not about to go out and intentionally catch COVID for God.

Okay, that might be an over exaggeration, but you get my point, right? That type of mentality is why so many people have stories of “church hurt.” Yes, in this life we will have hardships, but I’m sure God never intended for you to be with a husband who beats you, Sis. Get out of that marriage!

I prefer to focus on the hope of God.

Though, I will admit, most Christians will probably consider my writing to be smut. I mean, we all read it; let’s not pretend that we don’t, but I doubt my intended audience would be those pretentious, “holier than thou” type Christians. You know, the ones who would rather suffer in a feeble attempt to prove themselves worthy to God than choose the other, and still holy, option.

The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure.

1 Corinthians 10:13 (NLT)

But I’m no preacher, and I’m getting a bit preachy, so let’s move on.

My home church owns a bookstore that sells and promotes books written by members who are also authors. I don’t have anything to sell yet, but if I did, I know for a fact I could never sell my books there. I don’t want to see the look on my pastor’s face. Or hear all the gossip from the church mothers.

With Romance, my problem has always been that there is no plot. There’ve been way too many romance novels that I’ve had to put down because they took too long to get to the freaking point. If the love interest isn’t in the scene with our main character, it’s boring, and if the novel takes too long to bring them back into the story, I lose interest. Then, of course, there’s those toxic romance tropes that come again and again that will never fly in real life—or, at least, you hope they won’t—and, to top it off, the poorly written sex scenes.

Speaking of plot, I’m reminded of a fiction writing course I took in college. Our professor gave us the five basic plots to a story (or was it six? I may not have been paying attention to that last one). Surprisingly, I still have my notes all these years later. Here’s what I wrote down for “The Love Story”:

  1. Boy meets girl
  2. Boy falls for girl
  3. Girl don’t like him “like that”
  4. Girl starts to like him but…
  5. Boy doesn’t care
  6. Boy cares now
  7. Happily ever after

I have one word for this…

If there’s nothing happening in those spaces between Boy and Girl being together, don’t write it! I need a Romance novel that’s going to give me a plot where, even if our two lovers are not on the same page together, I’m still eager to continue reading.

Now, before you chop off my head, I am NOT saying that all Romance Fiction is like this, just like NOT all Christian Fiction is how I described.

Obviously, there are exceptions to my vast generalizations—I’d like to think that I’m one of them. These are just reoccurring frustrations I’ve always had with the genres and why I find it ironic that I now write in them. But maybe that’s why I choose to write in them.

I choose to write what I want to read.


This is Part 2 of my answer to this month’s IWSG question. I figured I should give a two-parter since I’ve been away for so long. As I said in Part 1, I am aware that because of my frequent impromptu and extended blogging hiatuses, I’m always missing the IWSG blog hops when they come around, and so my blog is repeatedly removed from the sign-up list. For this reason, I’m not going to add it back until I can participate in at least two more blog hops.

#WeekendCoffeeShare: $3 Movies and Writing a Story a Day

Morning sunshine! Who’s gonna have a good day today? We are!

Extra shot of espresso for anyone who can tell me which classic Disney Channel series that line is from…

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Hello, and welcome to another weekend coffee chat! Pull up a chair and have a seat! We have some things to discuss.

First, I’m sure you’re wondering how my writing schedule is going. This week had a minor setback. Having Monday off (Labor Day holiday in US) threw me off my game slightly, but I hope to recover by the time Sunday rolls around because I have a new project to start!

More on that later…

Speaking of Labor Day, did you know last Saturday was National Cinema Day? Yeah, I had no idea this was a thing either, but apparently it’s a way to encourage people to go to the movies during Labor Day weekend, which surprisingly tends to be a slow weekend for theaters. I guess most people prefer to cookout on the unofficial last day of summer. So Saturday, theaters across the country were selling movie tickets for $3. You read that right. $3! I don’t think I’ve ever paid that little for a movie ticket unless I was at the $2 theater, and those theaters usually only show older movies, definitely not new releases.

Like most pandemic-conscious people, I’m still a bit hesitant to go to the movies, opting to wait for the films to come to streaming instead. But since I didn’t have any other plans for my Saturday other than to write and watch tennis, I thought, why not? There were a couple movies I didn’t mind paying $3 to see…

Movie #1: The Invitation

Anyone who knows me personally knows that I love myself a good vampire movie (not you, Twilight!), especially one in the classic gothic horror genre. I’m a monster girl. I love monster movies, and vampires are my favorite monsters.

Please don’t confuse that with me wanting to be or date a vampire. Absolutely not! I prefer my boyfriends to be alive.

So it wasn’t a question which movie I would see first…

There’s nothing fantastic about The Invitation. It has your typical vampire romance plot…

Girl meets dark, mysterious, and insanely attractive guy.
Girl quickly falls for him.
Guy reveals his true nature.
Girl freaks the f*ck out.
Girl must decide whether to stay and give herself over to him or get the hell out of there.

I knew what to expect going in. Also, the trailer showed the entire movie in two and a half minutes. We all knew what to expect. Still, this movie had a twist that I was not prepared for.

I won’t spoil any more of the movie than the trailer already has, but I will say, if you haven’t read a particular work of fiction or seen any of its hundreds of film and television adaptations, some subtle and not-so-subtle references may go over your head, for example, the names of certain characters, the name of a particular location in London, the history behind and translation of a specific name.

Someone on social media said it’s like Get Out meets Twilight. And yes, yes. I totally agree, but not Twilight. Another, classic vampire novel.

If you still haven’t figured it out, you’re a lost cause. Just go watch the movie.

While the buildup and reveal were satisfying for me, I did feel this movie didn’t know where to start or how to end. As a writer myself, I’m all too familiar with the struggles of writing a beginning and ending to a story. The beginning of the film is a bit fast paced. We learn that our main character Evie (played by the gorgeous Nathalie Emmanuel) has recently lost her mom and has no other family. She takes a DNA test that was conveniently given to her in a gift box at an event she was working (personally I think this plot point would’ve made more sense if she was adopted). She meets her overeager long-lost cousin, Oliver, who quickly invites her to a wedding in England to meet the rest of the family.

Pause: What Black person in their right mind is getting on a plane to a foreign country BY THEMSELVES with a strange white person they just met? I don’t care if they are family. Nope, we ain’t doing that. Not in the post-Get Out era. Have we learned nothing?? But I guess it wouldn’t be a horror movie if our characters weren’t making dumb decisions.

There was also a scene at the end that, unless it was sequel bait, made no sense to me. Honestly, they could’ve ended the movie three minutes sooner. Have her steal some money before burning the house down so she can buy a plane ticket back home.

Lastly, the best friend, almost a carbon copy of Lil Rel’s character in Get Out, served zero purpose in this movie other than for comedic relief, and she really wasn’t all that funny. Take her character out of the film, and the plot would be exactly the same.

But overall, I thoroughly enjoyed myself watching this movie and would happily watch it again when it comes to streaming, if not to see if there were any other references to that particular work of fiction that I missed on the first watch.

My rating:

Rating: 3 out of 5.

Movie #2: Honk for Jesus. Save Your Soul

Honk for Jesus was NOT advertised well! I went into that theater expecting to see an entirely different movie from what I actually saw, and I’m sure a lot of people did too. If you haven’t seen it yet, I’m gonna warn you now, this is not a knee-slapping, rib-cracking, laugh-your-ass-off movie. You probably won’t even laugh at all. Maybe a snort or two, but that’s it. And that’s not to say that this is a comedy that isn’t funny; it’s not a comedy! Dark comedy? Sure. Tragic comedy? You bet! Pure, dumb, comedic fun? Absolutely not.

And maybe that’s what the filmmakers were going for. Jordan Peele is an executive producer after all, and if there’s anything we’ve learned from the three films Peele has written and directed so far, it’s that you can’t take these movies at face value; they require you to look a little deeper, to think a little more critically to find the subtle message, usually about human nature, that the film is trying to bring to the surface. His movies really force us to analyze ourselves, just as we analyze the characters.

So when I accepted that this was not the comedy I initially intended to see, I watched it as I would any other Jordan Peele film (though this movie was actually written and directed by Adamma Ebo).

Honk for Jesus is about a disgraced pastor (played by a very convincing Sterling K. Brown) of a megachurch who is forced to close the church doors after an all too familiar scandal results in his public shaming and a mass exodus of congregants. A year later, he and his wife (played by Regina Hall) hire a documentary crew to follow them as they attempt to reopen their church in time for Easter.

As I said before, I would consider this film a dark comedy rather than pure comedy, mainly because the scandal that Pastor Lee-Curtis and First Lady Trinitie are dealing with is not something to laugh at. Of course, the pastor denies ever doing something wrong, and the film doesn’t directly say whether or not he’s guilty, but there were a few scenes that confirmed to me that he absolutely did it.

Basketball court…bedroom…

If you’ve seen the movie, you get it.

What I love about this film is that it skillfully shows the hypocrisy of some religious leaders, particularly in the church, without coming off as lecturing or trying to vilify Christianity as a whole. Lee-Curtis is what my pastor would call a prosperity preacher—more concerned with the big house, fancy car, and designer clothes than actually teaching the word of God. Even as he attempts to reopen his church, he makes it about him saving souls rather than God, which is why ultimately, they [SPOILER].

That being said, you can’t simply write him off as your typical hypocritical Christian. That would be completely ignoring the depth Sterling K. Brown’s performance gives to this character. This is a man who struggles with temptation. He desperately wants to be the man he preaches about and presents himself to be every Sunday in the pulpit, but it’s a constant battle with sin, and instead of addressing it, he puts on his mask, puts on his show, and becomes the charismatic preacher that’s garnered him so much fame, forgetting again who saved him and who saved the thousands of people who used to attend his church: God, not the pastor, God.

Regina Hall’s First Lady Trinitie is equally complex. There was a particular gut-wrenching scene when she’s asked why she doesn’t leave, and her answer turns into this very emotional monologue about how this is her husband and her church and she’s worked too hard, and she’d quicker kill him than leave him. And this is the first time we really see Trinitie’s true and raw feelings about this situation her husband’s actions have put her in.

Watching this film, I am reminded of Matthew 23, when Jesus warns against following teachers who do not practice what they preach and care more about being seen and being highly regarded than about showing people the way to heaven.

For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted. Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people’s faces. You yourselves do not enter, nor will you let those enter who are trying to.

Matthew 23:12-13 (NIV)

On a lighter note, one of my favorite scenes was when Pastor and First Lady were rapping “Knuck if You Buck” in the car on their way to see their rival pastors’ church. This song came out when I was in middle school and had our 12-year-old little selves in a full choke hold! To this day, I still get a little gangsta (a little crunk) whenever I hear it on the radio, so I was right there in the theater rapping along! Unfortunately, I was the only one. Nobody else heard of this song? Or are y’all “Juju on That Beat” kids? But it could also be that there were a lot of white people in the theater. Nobody wanted to get caught saying the N word. I can understand that.

My rating:

Rating: 3.5 out of 5.

Story-A-Day September

If you’ve been following my blog for a few years, then you may be familiar with the Short Story A Day May challenge. I participated in it back in 2017. I had so much fun with that challenge and was surprisingly prolific despite having just finished the A to Z Challenge, another month-long challenge that requires a lot of creative energy.

Recently I discovered that they do the Short Story A Day challenge again in September, with the same prompts, for anyone who couldn’t participate in May. It’s a bit too late for me to fully commit to joining the month-long challenge when we’re already a week into September. Fortunately, the challenge host, Julie Duffy, is also doing a fun-sized version of the challenge, where you write a story in a week. Now that, I think I can do. Besides, it’s been several years since I’ve written a short story longer than 2,000 words, the kind I might submit for publication in a literary magazine. So that is my goal by the end of this challenge. For reference, here are the common story lengths:

Micro/Nano: 140 characters-250 words
Drabble: 100 words
Flash Fiction: 250-1,000 words
Sudden Fiction/Short-Shorts: 1,000-2,500 words
Short Story: 1,000-7,500 words
Novelettes: 7,500-17,000 words
Novellas: 17,000-40,000 words
Novel: 40,000+ (but probably around 90,000)

If you’re also interested in participating in the fun-sized challenge, it starts today, it’s totally free, and I think there’s still time to sign up. Click here or click the badge in the side bar for more details on the challenge. If you’d like to join the month-long challenge, click here. You can also click the badge in the side bar (right below the fun-size badge).

Alright, I’ve been talking too much, and I’m sure you have places to be, other coffee chats to join. We’ll end ours here for now, and if you’ve seen or plan to watch The Invitation or Honk for Jesus, do let me know your thoughts. Would you give a similar rating? And will you be joining any story-writing challenges this month? Allow me to shamelessly plug my Morning Inspiration prompts to get your creative juices flowing. Until next time!

Written for Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Natalie the Explorer.


#IWSG: The Reluctant Historical Fiction Writer

There are four genres of fiction that I have always hated…

Historical Fiction


Christian Fiction


Now regarding Fantasy, hate may be a strong word. My issue has always been lack of diversity, though that has been getting better in recent years—I love the Children of Blood and Bone series! However, I’m not the biggest fan of world building. If I have to learn a new language, new geography, new religion, new history, etc., plus 50 characters’ names, I check out.

I never got into Lord of the Rings, despite my dad “kidnapping” me and forcing me to watch the entire trilogy—I fell asleep 20 minutes into the first movie.

I also grew up a Church Girl, so books like Harry Potter were banned in my house!

(But I still managed to develop a secret vampire obsession. Hmm…)

As for the other three genres… Well, let’s just say I’ve read plenty of bad books in them, which makes my answer to today’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group question all the more ironic.

What genre would be the worst one for you to tackle and why?

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Today I write in all three of these genres. Well, maybe not so much Historical Fiction. Here’s the thing about Historical Fiction. You’ve got to do a ton of research to ensure that your depiction of the time period your story is set in is accurate…or at least believable. And I’ve read some books where it was obvious the author didn’t do that. On the other hand, I’ve read books where the author did too much research and spent so much time describing the time period, the setting, the people, etc., trying to convince us (the reader) that we were in, for example, 19th century New York that we lost the story.

I’m the type of reader (and author) who prefers that authors let the reader use their imagination to fill in the gaps. I don’t like reading heavy description and I don’t like writing it either. I don’t necessarily call this evasion being lazy; I just prefer to get to the story. That’s what we’re here for, right? That’s why we picked up the book. So there’s a delicate balance to writing Historical Fiction, at least for me, and I haven’t quite figured out where I draw the line as far as too much or too little research.

The funny thing is, though, I do want to tackle Historical Fiction at some point in my career and write a neo-slave narrative. Since my Twilight Zone marathon on New Year’s Eve, I’ve had this story stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to shake it. You might compare it to Octavia Butler’s Kindred, but it’s actually inspired by Twilight Zone episode “100 Years Over the Rim,” which is about a leader of a wagon train traveling West who ventures off in search of water and medicine and stumbles into present-day New Mexico. My story has a similar premise: a runaway slave in pursuit of freedom stumbles into present day, where not only are Black people free, but they are also doctors, lawyers, businessmen, presidents! I watched a movie this spring that had a similar premise, only the twist wasn’t so much time travel as it was this idea of being frozen in time while the rest of the world progressed. It really inspired me to expand on my little flash fiction piece and turn it into a longer work.

I’ve spent the last several months brainstorming a plot, planning an outline in my head, thinking of a perfect conclusion to the story that doesn’t involve the main character going back to her enslaved past but still finding closure to that chapter of her life. And I want to incorporate Juneteenth into the story as well. For those of you who are unfamiliar with Juneteenth, it is an only recently recognized federal holiday (which falls on June 19) commemorating the emancipation of all slaves in the US after the Civil War. The reason why we choose Juneteenth as opposed to when the Emancipation Proclamation was signed is because there were still pockets of slaves in the deep, deep South who had no idea they had been freed. So this date marks the anniversary of when those slaves learned of their freedom. I feel my story juxtaposed to the story of Juneteenth would work really well in showcasing the theme of discovering one’s own freedom and autonomy, after so many years of it being denied or kept hidden.

The story in my head is pretty much done. I still have to fill in the blanks in the middle. But I have a beginning. I have an ending that I’m satisfied with. And I’m going to try to not let intimidation and my hatred (or fear) of writing Historical Fiction convince me that this is not a story that should be told.

But before I officially get started with writing, I may want to read a few books in the genre to get in that headspace of writing a neo-slave narrative. Obviously, Kindred will be one. There’s also the novel Wench by Dolen Perkins-Valdez. I read it in college and really enjoyed it and would love to read it again. If you have any other suggestions for me, I’d love to hear them!

I know I’ll have to do some research, unfortunately. With the Juneteenth background, I want to set the story in Galveston, Texas, a place I’ve never been, but maybe this will give me an excuse to travel!

And…as if a gift from the heavens, I just happened upon the article “Tips for Effective Research on Your Novel” by Nicholas C. Rossis while typing this post. Perfect timing! Armed with new tips, research doesn’t seem as daunting now. Well, it still does, but at least I’m don’t feel like I’m going about it blindly. I have a guide!

The Reluctant Christian Romance Writer

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I realize this post is getting long, so in Part 2 of this series, I’ll talk about why my strong dislike for Christian Fiction and Romance has led to me becoming a not-so-reluctant Christian Romance writer. Stay tuned…


Sidenote: I am aware that because of my frequent impromptu and extended blogging hiatuses, I’m always missing the IWSG blog hops when they come around the first Wednesday of the month, and so my blog is repeatedly removed from the sign-up list. For this reason, I’m not going to add it back until I can participate in at least two more blog hops!

#WeekendCoffeeShare: Finding a Writing Schedule that Works

In my last weekend update, I told you I was going to try to establish a schedule of waking up at 5am during the work week so that I have more time to spend on my writing, particularly my blog. In this post, I’ll show you how that went. So grab your cup of coffee—I’m drinking tea because I had way too much coffee this week—and journey with me back in time.

Week of Monday, August 29, through Friday, September 2

Day 1: Morning

Today started out promising. I went to bed Sunday 20 minutes early at 9:40pm, and didn’t have any trouble falling asleep because, despite not doing much on Sunday, I was really tired. Unfortunately, I didn’t stay asleep. You see, I have this really annoying habit of drinking the recommended daily intake of water right before bedtime, which results in…well, you can pretty much guess. Anyway, by the time 5am rolled around, I was finally starting to drift back to sleep after my fourth bathroom trip, so I did not want to get up. I hit snooze, and when the alarm rang the second time, I turned it off and slept an hour until I had to use the bathroom again. By the time I was up and ready to start my day, it was already 7AM. Biscuits!

(Sidenote: I watched this adorable video of baby screaming “Biscuits!” in frustration because his dad wouldn’t tell him his real name. I’ve been saying it ever since.)

So I decided to take a morning stroll first, since the sun was up by then. A sweaty forty minutes later, I had maybe half an hour to write before it was time to get ready for work. And for the first time in two weeks, I was completely blank. But I was prepared for this! I’ve scheduled my posts a week out just for moments like this. I just hope it doesn’t last long or that my inner writer isn’t angry with me for trying to control her. You gave me no choice, Sis. Did you forget we nearly starved last Thursday?

Day 1: Evening

I stopped drinking water at 3pm to test a theory my mom had—that if you finish your water intake by 3pm, you should have a dry night—but I must confess I did feel a bit parched by 8. I probably should’ve taken a few sips of water then (but not a giant glass). I’ll remember that for next time. Also, I forgot the US Open started today! And of course the most interesting matches were at night, starting with Serena! I probably still could’ve made it to bed by 10. I’m not a stranger to falling asleep with the TV on.

I ate dinner on time (just after 6:30), but I forgot I was supposed to cook a pot of bean and vegetable soup for lunch this week. Although I wouldn’t need the soup for lunch until Wednesday, I knew I wouldn’t have time to cook it Tuesday night (my typical dinner schedule, thanks to Hello Fresh, is cook two servings and eat the second serving for dinner the following day. I cooked two servings on Sunday, ate the leftovers for dinner on Monday, so Tuesday was a cook day, and I was not cooking two meals on Tuesday), so if I didn’t make the soup tonight, I wouldn’t have lunch for Wednesday. To avoid a repeat of last week’s hunger pains, I started a pot of soup at 8:22pm. Yep, definitely didn’t make it bed by 10.

Lessons Learned from Day 1

Finish your recommended water intake by 3pm, but don’t dehydrate yourself if you’re feeling thirsty later in the evening. A small glass with dinner should be enough to quench your thirst but not too much that you’re running to the bathroom all night. Also, DID YOU FORGET YOU HAVE A CROCKPOT??? Next time you realize you still have to make a pot of soup after 8pm, just throw everything in the crockpot, set it to low, and go to bed!

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Day 2: Morning

It was after 11pm when I finally went to bed Day 1. I set my alarm for an hour later so I could still get the appropriate amount of sleep. When I woke up to use the bathroom, I was perturbed, because I really thought the 3pm stop would work. But then I checked my phone. 5:56am. It did work! That was just my body’s natural alarm clock waking me up four minutes early.

I did not feel tired this morning like I did Monday, but I decided to skip my morning stroll since I took a rather long one on Monday. I spent the first hour and a half catching up on blogs I follow: hunting for new writing challenge prompts, bookmarking blog posts I plan to write commentary on in a future post, and liking those that I want to revisit to comment on (when I can think of something to say). I spent the next hour writing and editing new posts for this blog. Thank goodness I wasn’t blank today!

Day 2: Evening

When I was younger, I always wanted to be a teacher. Then I met the little monsters known as children and quickly said never mind! Of course, that teaching spirit still lives in me, which is probably why I’m a trainer in my current job. However, just like the writer in me, the teacher in me has a tendency to get carried away when she receives a blast of inspiration, which results in me working well past clock-out time to put together training materials, organize meeting agendas, and write everything down so I don’t forget (because I’m so forgetful). Some days I’m still on the computer well past 9pm. Breaking free from work is a lot harder to do since working from home. And I’m not getting paid overtime to do it—or even being asked to do it—I do it because I enjoy that part of my job. Still, I have to admit, it does disrupt home life. Fortunately, I caught myself before getting too wrapped up in what I was working on at the end of the day. It still resulted in me eating dinner a little later than I wanted (but still before 8). And thanks to tennis (you know I had to watch my Rafa), it was around 11 when I finally went to bed, so I knew Day 3 was going to have a late start.

Lessons Learned from Day 2

Don’t beat yourself up about going to bed late. This is what trial and error is for. Yes, you could’ve ended the workday earlier, but at least you still ate dinner by 8. Yes, you could’ve put that soup in the crockpot, but at least you made sure to stick to your plan to cook it on Monday and now your lunch for the week is made, and that should more important after what happened last week. Also, you still had a productive morning despite the late start. I count that as a win! Now, let’s try to work out tomorrow.

Day 3: Morning

Today, I woke up at around 6:30 and lay in bed for about 45 mins. I started my day with a morning stroll, which was quite peaceful. I love that I live near a walking trail. It’s about a mile around a lake, and if I’m out early enough, I may catch some of the wildlife, such as ducks, rabbits. I haven’t seen deer yet, but I know they’re around.

Then my morning was almost derailed when I checked my mail and found a rather large bill that I was not expecting to pay. The American health care system, I tell you, it is a BUSINESS!

But after crying for about 20 minutes, I sat down in front of my computer and willed myself to write a new story for a future blog post, join a writing challenge I hadn’t participated in in quite some time, and revisit an old work in progress that I have neglected for far too long.

Day 3: Evening

Nothing much to report here. I clocked out on time. I ate dinner on time. I went to bed on time, after a really intense Serena match. Gosh, I hope she wins her 24th major at this year’s US Open before she retires, but even if she doesn’t, she’s still the GREATEST OF ALL TIME!

Lessons Learned from Day 3

Sometimes you gotta count your wins. I could’ve let that unexpected bill completely ruin my day. I didn’t, and I was still productive. I call that progress!

Day 4: Morning

It’s a new morning, and I woke up at 4:45am!!! Did I feel tired? Actually, no. Did I want to lie in bed a little longer and wait for my alarm. Yes, and I did, and I stayed in bed a little longer after my alarm and caught up on blog posts in the Reader. But I eventually got up, and it was still dark outside. Yay!

Today, I went straight to writing. No workout today. I think I like my pattern of alternating workout days anyway. Because it was the first of the month, I decided to check my blog stats, just out of curiosity. Would you believe it? I reached over 1,000 views in August! Now, I know to you, that probably isn’t a lot, but for me, this is such a huge accomplishment because my blog has not seen more than a couple hundred a month since my impromptu drop-offs began around mid-2018. The fact that people clicked on my blog over 1,000 times since I started posting again in the last 2 weeks of August means the world to me, and it’s so encouraging. So if you dropped by, left a like or a comment, or decided to subscribe, I just want to say, whole-heartedly, thank you! I hope you stick around, and as you’ve seen in this post, I’m really making an effort to be more consistent and disciplined in my writing. It’s all for you!

(Sidenote: Now I can brag to those rude family members who say, “Does anyone even read your blog?” Does anyone look at something you did a thousand times??)

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This morning was extremely productive! First, I’d like to thank Julie at Eat, Play, Live for suggesting I make a schedule of everything I need to do to give me a reason for why I’m waking up so early. I’ve made similar checklists at work, and it’s helped me tremendously to stay on task. I don’t know why it never occurred to me that I could do that in my writing life too. So before bed, I wrote down everything I wanted to do this morning. And I finished all but one! I even had time to cook breakfast, which I often skip. The only reason why I didn’t finish my whole list was because I wanted to catch up on the latest MasterChef episode on Hulu. Old habits die hard.

Day 4: Evening

Tonight was more tennis! The Williams Sisters in doubles and Rafa right after. I was a happy camper! Of course, Serena and Venus lost, and I fell asleep on Rafa, but I did wake up at 5am the next morning!

Lessons Learned from Day 4

You’re starting to get the hang of this! Keep at it. Also, maybe cut down on your caffeine intake? You were a bit jittery when you went to bed tonight. Lastly, if you don’t get to everything you wanted to do in the morning, celebrate what you did accomplish and put what’s left on the checklist for tomorrow!

Day 5

Today, all my trial and error came together, and I got a preview of what successful implementation looks like. I woke up at 5am. I wrote for two hours. I stopped to work out. I washed, got dressed, had breakfast, did a little more writing, and shifted to work.

Serena lost a tight three-setter. I can’t say I’m disappointed because she’s had a phenomenal career. I’ve been watching her all my life. She is the greatest as far as I’m concerned. And none of the men in the Big Three (Fed, Rafa, Djoker) can ever say they won a major while pregnant. And regarding Margaret Court’s most major titles of all time at 24, half of those were in the amateur era. So you tell me, who’s the best?

Weekend Wrap-up

There’s a common saying that it takes 21 days to build a habit. I don’t know how true that is. And I’m not implying that I did it in five days, but I did wake up at 5am on Saturday morning without even trying, and since I was already up, I decided to go straight to my notebook and laptop. It’s too soon to say that I’ve trained my body to operate at this new schedule, because it will still depend on certain decisions I make, such as when to end work, how often I should drink water, when to cook dinner, and, most importantly, when to go to bed, but I’m optimistic for the weeks to come and for the stories that will follow.

Written for Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Natalie the Explorer.