Day 11. 0 pages, 0 words.
Last night we tried a slight shift in our routine to see if I could swing a solid writing session once a week, (almost) regardless of unwanted scheduling conflicts. The aim was to stop me complaining all the time about how I get no time to write, and give me at least one night / morning a week where I get a decent amount of sleep, so I don’t have any more breaks from reality.
 And I do feel somewhat justified in holding out for some sort of acknowledgement at this stage, even if this doesn’t count as my day job yet. My little trickle of book sales is paying for Wump’s afternoon club fee each month, and that’s not nothing.
Anyway, the idea is simple enough. at about 21:00pm on Wednesday, after I’ve finished feeding Wump and Toop their snacks and we’ve watched a bit of TV and I’ve read Wump a bit of her book, I go out to work.
Last night I stayed out until about 01:00am, which wasn’t quite as late as I was planning but it was reasonable and I got a lot done. And I slept through until about 08:00am, which is something of a record for me.
 With a couple of wake-ups to put Toop back to sleep when she had a screaming fit, a bit of disruption when Wump climbed into our bed, and okay, the last hour and a half didn’t really count because I was awake the whole time as Mrs. Hatboy worked solidly on getting Wump out of bed for school.
I call it a success, although I guess there’s never going to be perfection. For example, I had to faff around getting Toop to daycare and only got to work at 09:00am. Unless I stay past 17:00pm, that means I’ll be taking an hour or two of a loss each week from Write Night’s fallout. Which should be fine, because I add half an hour or so to my excess every day on normal days, so with a slight adjustment I should be able to keep increasing my overtime account and earning myself a day off from time to time.
Plus, it was a bastard trying to find a parking space at 09:00am. And I didn’t get to make the office coffee, and I’m not sure who did but I’m pretty sure they used sand.
Anyway, it was a good night. And this was a boring post, and in the end I didn’t even get to report a finished short story, because I don’t want to rush those last few bits. So I don’t really have anything to show for Write Night. But I don’t care.