The writing process

So I've got this book I'm working on, and each night I grab the laptop with every intention of getting a solid couple pages in before bed; well, in bed rather. Before sleep. Anyway. I've started to notice that my writing process starts with a good hour of doing absolutely nothing. Which ... fine. Whatever. But unfortunately, that hour is just about long enough for me to get nice and comfortable and well ... tired. I sit here, in bed, with the laptop's ventilation system firmly clogged by a mass of covers, which causes is to get mighty warm. Then the age old formula comes into play: Warmth + Lack of Mental Activity * n = Sleep.

I'm trying this thing where I don't revise my writing. I just write and write and write. I used to go back and re-write my first chapter several times, and never actually make any progress; but I'll have you know that first chapter always had the savage-good. I think that was my old writing process: revise and re-write for hours until I lost interest in writing anything new. Someday, perhaps I'll find a balance of revisions and staring blankly at a word document. That can't be very good for my eyes in the dark anyway.

Well, now that I've revised this blog about five times, it's time to pass out. Good night, internet.

Summer, Winter ... Repeat

Do I just have glorified childhood memories, or did there used to be these seasons called "Spring" and "Fall"? It seems for the last several years it's been snowing one day and in the 70's the next. Now don't get me wrong, I much prefer the latter, but a little adjustment period would be nice. I'm sweating like a (insert offensive metaphor here) on Thanksgiving. If you can think of something good to fill in the blank let me know, and I'll come up with a prize for you.