Where is Pancakes House?

The brainless and banal postings of an as-yet-to-be writer; particularly of short fiction and screen.

But what about the worm?

The early bird catches the worm, sure.  But what about the worm?  We can’t all be birds, else there’d be no worms to catch.  The hard fact is some of us are worms.

I sure feel like one.

A habit I’d been working hard to foster was just affirmed in this post by The 99 Percent.  I’ve never been a morning person.  Be it lifestyle or depression, I’ve always held the proclivity to sleep the morning—sometimes the day—away.  I was working to break this habit; to evolve from worm to bird.  I’d even developed a decent enough routine.  Then I moved.

My new apartment has absolutely zero natural light in my bedroom.  None.  You can’t tell if it’s 9AM or 11PM with my lights turned off.  I’ve become unmotivated and lackadaisical.  I have to set three alarms just to get out of bed for work; if it’s my day off, forget it, I’m not getting up until I just can’t sleep any more.  When I do rise, I’m shackled with a heavy guilt of more time wasted and less work done.

Back to the article, what I find interesting is the number of references to writers.  Writers seem to thrive in the dawning hours of the day, unless, of course, you’re Hunter S. Thompson.  But in Thompson’s case, his ability to turn the business world on its ear had less to do with his writing and more to do with his seductive yet dissented persona.  Few of us have such a powerful and enchanting alter ego as Hunter S. Thompson, so for us, we may want to be more adaptable than he.

So back to it I go.  I strive to be the bird and not the worm.  I must be early to bed and early to rise.  This I understand.  My quandary:  how do I motivate myself out of my hellishly dark room in the morning?  Thoughts?  Ideas?