I've been reading the Jeff Abbott's blog (link courtesy Nathan Bransford) on becoming an organized writer and I'm thinking that I should become one myself since, well, disorganized just doesn't work for me any more. It worked just fine when I had to think of ways to spend my time. Now when I know that every hour I spend doing something I give up doing something else (I'm not implying here that I'm spending all my time productively or something - doodling and gawking take up pretty much time, come to think of it, and I hate to admit that I need my sleep every night now or I become a zombie) setting some time aside for writing on regular basis is becoming important.
Note to myself: this time should not be in midnight like now, or I'll strangle myself in my own entangling sentences which never come to end at night.
Buuuuut let that matter lay for later, since I'm reading Stephen King's Insomnia right now, and it's taking up most of my time. I'm doing it in a hackeneyed writer's way, picking up plot clues and marvelling at how skillfully he works what could be a minor plot hole for a less attentative writer (e.g. Ralph's reluctance to visit doctor that had misdiagnosed his late wife) into a plot point that gains more and more strength even after the hole has been taped over. Compared to my slacking manner of slapping some excuse on top of character inconsistencies... well, OK, let's not compare.
And my daughter isn't sleeping again but I'll try to put her in sleep anyway and listen to her telling me Little Red Riding Hood in her own way. "Jac-ket! No hat! Jacket! E-ye! Mouth! Coo-kie! Cookie cookie yum yum yum!"