That schedule changes from day to day. Early mornings, weekends, and evenings: all are in play. My focus is better in the early mornings and on weekends. The energy ebbs and flows. The fear of it all falling apart also ebbs and flows.
It's all part of the plan, even when I don't know what the hell the plan is for any given day.
There are two constants, though: One is the weekday commute. Waiting, calculating, sitting, standing, wondering if today's the day that Metro will be on fire (again). Making up stories about my fellow commuters. Jotting them down for future use.
The other is writing. Sitting down and making stuff up. Making the time, finding the focus, digging deep for the energy, and kicking fear out of the room. It'll be back, but I'm stubborn. Bye, fear.