Everybody got their somethin'. I'm a creature of habit. If any of my little morning rituals get interrupted, I have a hard time getting back to writing.
My usual Monday-Friday schedule goes something like this:
8 am - Wake up, contemplate how sleepy I am. Say to myself, "Are you a writer, or not?" Take a deep breath and get up.
8:10 - Sit at computer, coffee mug in hand. Open files, get to work.
8:45 - Consider checking email; fight it. Keep writing.
9:30 - Wonder if anything I just wrote is worth saving.
10:00 - Check email and/or blog something and choke down breakfast
10:30 - Head out to work until 7pm. (It's pilot season right now, where every network orders sample episodes of potential new series for the fall, so we're swamped.)
After work I can occasionally revise pages but more often I'm too beat to write new stuff.
So that's on a good day.
If we're out of coffee filters, I'll improvise with paper towels. If we're out of coffee, I go into a coma. Not much writing gets done. And it's not even the caffeine, it's the ritual. The smell and taste, the feeling that now I can start writing.
If my husband decides to get up too, I sort of freeze at the computer and lose my flow. He's a night owl and I'm a reformed morning person but our apartment is really small and I need a bit of space to write.
If I check email, Facebook, or go online to research before 10 am, that's usually it for me as well; there's almost no going back to writing.
Right now I'm revising one project and setting another aside for a few weeks so I can view it more objectively, but looking over my rules I'm kind of amazed that I got so much done last year, considering how particular I am. Maybe the Writers' Retreat my friends and I are planning for March will help me toughen up a little.