I was reading a blog the other day, an agent’s blog, wherein she explained her day. Okay, she had her day, now it’s our turn.
A Day In The Life of a Typical Writer.
Got up at 5:30 a.m., greeted by the sound of my jerk-wad neighbor’s running engine that he feels should be gunned several times while he searches for just the right rap station before, ten minutes later, driving away.
I have a headache because the hedge is blooming right outside my open window, but after my shower I’ll take an Alavert.
Showered. Tried to pet Rumor while simultaneously toweling off, then somehow managed to get dressed AND remember the deoderant this time. Then it was time to open curtains, give Rumor and Secret their treat, check the kibble and water bowls, remember that I’d forgotten to have lunch pre-prepped, waste time finding lunch and a snack, cram it all into my book bag and head out the door.
The garage door sensor is acting up, but after a few tries, I’m driving 24 miles to work. There’s time to think about the next scene while I drive, since I’m cruising at 70mph half asleep just like all the other commuters.
Once in the office, after my coffee is poured, I slide the USB memory stick with my current novel on it into the CPU, but then the phone’s ringing, the boss is here, and it’s time to work. During little breaks, I’m thinking about the novel. I can open up the file and re-read what I wrote last, type in a few sentences before work calls for my attention again.
Lunch is only 30 minutes, so it’s a quick scarfing-down of whatever I brought while frantically typing out the scene I’ve got worked out in my head. It’d be easier if I wasn’t lunching at my desk, since everyone keeps coming in thinking they can get me to work through lunch.
The day’s over at 3:30, but now it’s the drive home. More thoughts of the novel, but I can’t work them out until I’ve gone to the grocery store, then it’s time to make dinner.
Around 6:00, I’m finally sitting down on the couch with the laptop open and the novel in front of me, but now my roomie needs to talk about the day, and work, and things coming up. I’m typing as best as I can, trying to stick with the plot and not accidentally work in what we’re talking about.
Mom calls, has some questions about her new laptop – with Vista – so there goes an hour that mostly consists of me telling her “I can’t help you over the phone, without seeing what you’re seeing.”
It’s 7:00 now, and I’m barely keeping my eyes open. There’s laundry that needs to be done, and the lawn hasn’t been mowed in a week. Something’s making noise between the walls in the bathroom, and it has the cats excited. The garbage smells funny in the kitchen, and I need to sit down and pay bills or I’ll forget. Checked the mailbox, found a new Form Rejection for the novel I’m shopping.
It’s 9:30. I’m falling asleep on the couch. The computer’s too hot to keep on my lap any longer, and I had to fight with the file because it didn’t want to save my changes! A quick hookup of the printer to at least save my hard work, I can re-type that chapter tomorrow, maybe between lunch and doing the Month-End Inventory report.
It’s 10:30 and I want nothing more than to stay up all night and keep writing, but I can’t keep my eyes open, and I’ll be a wreck at 5:30 in the morning if I don’t go to bed now.
As I fall to sleep, I’m thinking about the WIP, trying hard not to think about the latest Rejection for the other novel, and thanking my lucky stars I don’t have children, or important school work, or a spouse that could get in the way of my trying to be a Writer!
But most of you do, making my average day seem tame in comparison. So, what’s a typical day for you?