With the turning of the year I'm entering my most productive phase, in my day career, my writing and even in my random personal business. This time is the best time to do all of the things I normally avoid, like making medical appointments, getting my pants hemmed, and painting that bit of trim I never finished during the last reno (okay, I actually still haven't done that one, but it might happen).
A tally of what I get done in a typical day now would seem insurmountable during a day in the opposite phase of the year. Why? Well... it comes down to sleep. When the days get shorter, my circadian rhythm seems to be disrupted, and I adapt by sleeping less, for a while; or at least by feeling more awake during my waking hours.
On the weekend, 1028 words on the Pie Story, which still has no name--though it is about to have a sex scene. As interested as I am in writing the sex scene, I'm afraid Thanatos wins out over Eros tonight: I am even more interested in writing a scene for the Not-a-Werewolf book, a scene which came to me in a dream the other night and made me wake up all thrilled with the genius of my subconscious mind.