Halfway there...Bad hair days (two completely unrelated things)

Recently I have taken a new approach to my writing, I have moved it to the beginning of my day instead of the end. Because frankly, once I was done all the other things the day has in store for me, I often lost the will to open my laptop in the evening.

So now I set my alarm earlier and...this is an important part...reach very, very quietly for my laptop - so I don't send a message to the dogs that it's time to get up and start the day. This would defeat the entire purpose of waking up earlier to get some writing done before I get pulled into any other directions.

I am happy to report that this small change in routine has helped move things along with the new book, even if it has caused some confusion to my pups.

I believe I can safely say I am halfway through - possibly a smidgen more - of this book.

Truthfully, when I started I thought I'd be farther than that by this time, but I'm going to be happy with this milestone anyway.

And on a completely unrelated topic...I have been seeing some major bad hair days at the thrift store, in case your week could use a little lightening.

There may have been a few mornings in the late 80's I woke up resembling this guy a little too closely.

Thankfully, I don't think I ever resembled this clown. 

Although, I may have come closer than I want to think after a bad home-perm of that same era.

 This coconut-head dude is rocking the bowl cut. He just wants you to have fun.

As a side note: I did not realized how many coconut-headed things were out there in the world until I started doing this blog and paying more attention to the weirder stuff on the thrift store shelves. 

I may have to do a post just on coconut heads.

(I did just read that last sentence back to myself and had to wonder at what the heck I'm doing with my life.)

 

This lady better keep her hair nice, she's always in the spotlight. At least she has a big hat.

I have no idea what this is, but his dead-starfish hair-do is not great.

This souvenir from Romania with what appears to be an image of Count Dracula doesn't belong in this post. His hair is gorgeous.

May every morning you wake up feeling like the count...except for the whole-undead thing. 

And if you want to sneak in an early start to your day, don't disturb the dogs!