A Day/Night in the Life of...
I've seen a few "A Day in the Life of..." blogs lately and thought I might as well jump on the bandwagon. Now, I'm in a bit of a pickle trying to figure out when my day actually starts because I keep a decidedly odd schedule. I don't really have any typical structured days. So, here is what one day looks like:
3:45 a.m. Get hubby up for work, make his coffee, kiss him on the cheek and send him on his merry way.
4:15 a.m. Go back to bed only to lay awake for roughly 45 minutes listening to the voices in my head. Right now those voices belong to Carolina and Nathan, the hero and heroine of my current project. Oh, and check my email once more via my cell phone because you never know when an agent or publisher may have insomnia and decide to read your submitted manuscript and send you an offer.
8:00 a.m. Drag myself out of bed because if I sleep any later I feel like I've wasted half my day. Have my coffee, let the dog out to pee and make myself somewhat presentable. It's easy to get comfortable with the cave woman look when you have no real contact with the outside world. Both my "day job" and my writing are done from home. Trips to the dentist and Walmart have become awesome socializing opportunities. The Walmart greeter is super sweet! Oh, and check my email. *fingers crossed*
10:00 a.m. Remember to let the dog back in and go feed the two dogs who live in the "other" backyard since they all can't get along. The one who lives in the house seems to think he's a match for the 150 pound Mastiff out back. He's old and clearly delusional. I may have to get him one of those Alzheimer's Med-Alert bracelets to hang on his collar with his rabies tag. Make more coffee and see who's on Twitter. Realize I've lost an hour and try to buckle down and write something. Oh, and check my email.
12:00 p.m. Work on a project for the job that nets profits (when applicable). I'm sort of on-call for those "just in time law" projects that the firm pitches my way. This could just as easily be for the 10:00 p.m. slot as well. And that quoted phrase is copyrighted by Ray Kaiser, so don't try to steal it (just kidding). *chuckle* If I'm not working, I try to write a few more words and remember to feed the child who lives in the east end of the house. Tweet about my third cup of coffee and lack of attention span. Oh, and check my email.
2:00 p.m. Peruse the websites for a few publishing companies to make sure I followed all their guidelines for submission even though the submission was sent days ago and they might get a restraining order against my IP address. Eat a twinkie with my fourth cup of coffee. Lunch of champions. Chat with my tweeps on Twitter and follow some people who don't know I'm alive because I'm cool like that. Try to write in my blog while editing Manuscript #2 and jotting down ideas that pop into my head for Manuscript #4. Oh, and check my email.
4:00 p.m. Take the child to the dentist and enjoy her nitrous oxide trip, feeling a little envious that I don't get any. I bet dentists have a good time after hours. Join a Twitter buddy's discussion and Tweet a quick tip on what you should or shouldn't do at a writer's conference even though I've never been to one. *hehe* Oh, and check my email.
6:00 p.m. Remember that I haven't taken anything out for dinner and weigh the options of heat and serve frozen foods or check the junk drawer for pizza coupons. Feed the dogs again. Water the pretty-much-dead garden while Tweeting my whereabouts on my cell phone. Yes, I'm an awesome multi-tasker. Oh, and check my email.
8:00 p.m. Make lunches for the hubby and son, clean up dinner dishes or throw away the pizza box and make more coffee. Chat with hubby before he goes to bed, maybe watch some South Park. Mark my calendar for the Harlequin Twitter party on August 4th at 8:00 p.m. EST. Don't laugh, I was invited and they're giving away three iPads. Oh, and check my email.
11:00 p.m. Lip sync to the Pat Benatar/Joan Jett playlist (I probably just dated myself on that, ha!) while I work on my outline and look over the four different blogs I started before commencing a fifth. Hook up on Twitter with my BFF so we can share coffee and catch up on our day and discuss ghost hunting and John Cusack's lack of reciprocity when it comes to Twitter stalking. We compare notes on who's following us and if they're creepy or not (we don't discuss whether or not others may consider us to be creepy). The later it gets, the more paranoid we become and start sending direct messages to each other instead of publicly Tweeting. Oh, and check my email.
1:00 a.m. I think about the wisdom of another cup of coffee versus going to bed. I re-read my blog four times before posting it and think to myself that no one is going to read it, so I don't need to go over it a fifth time before actually shutting the computer down. Oh, and check my email one more time. Brush my teeth and flop into bed.
3:45 a.m. Get hubby up for work, make his coffee, kiss him on the cheek and send him on his merry way.
And so it begins again...in a few weeks the child will be back in school and I will be forced to adhere to some sort of schedule. For now, that is a random day in the life of yours truly.
Melissa
3:45 a.m. Get hubby up for work, make his coffee, kiss him on the cheek and send him on his merry way.
4:15 a.m. Go back to bed only to lay awake for roughly 45 minutes listening to the voices in my head. Right now those voices belong to Carolina and Nathan, the hero and heroine of my current project. Oh, and check my email once more via my cell phone because you never know when an agent or publisher may have insomnia and decide to read your submitted manuscript and send you an offer.
8:00 a.m. Drag myself out of bed because if I sleep any later I feel like I've wasted half my day. Have my coffee, let the dog out to pee and make myself somewhat presentable. It's easy to get comfortable with the cave woman look when you have no real contact with the outside world. Both my "day job" and my writing are done from home. Trips to the dentist and Walmart have become awesome socializing opportunities. The Walmart greeter is super sweet! Oh, and check my email. *fingers crossed*
10:00 a.m. Remember to let the dog back in and go feed the two dogs who live in the "other" backyard since they all can't get along. The one who lives in the house seems to think he's a match for the 150 pound Mastiff out back. He's old and clearly delusional. I may have to get him one of those Alzheimer's Med-Alert bracelets to hang on his collar with his rabies tag. Make more coffee and see who's on Twitter. Realize I've lost an hour and try to buckle down and write something. Oh, and check my email.
12:00 p.m. Work on a project for the job that nets profits (when applicable). I'm sort of on-call for those "just in time law" projects that the firm pitches my way. This could just as easily be for the 10:00 p.m. slot as well. And that quoted phrase is copyrighted by Ray Kaiser, so don't try to steal it (just kidding). *chuckle* If I'm not working, I try to write a few more words and remember to feed the child who lives in the east end of the house. Tweet about my third cup of coffee and lack of attention span. Oh, and check my email.
2:00 p.m. Peruse the websites for a few publishing companies to make sure I followed all their guidelines for submission even though the submission was sent days ago and they might get a restraining order against my IP address. Eat a twinkie with my fourth cup of coffee. Lunch of champions. Chat with my tweeps on Twitter and follow some people who don't know I'm alive because I'm cool like that. Try to write in my blog while editing Manuscript #2 and jotting down ideas that pop into my head for Manuscript #4. Oh, and check my email.
4:00 p.m. Take the child to the dentist and enjoy her nitrous oxide trip, feeling a little envious that I don't get any. I bet dentists have a good time after hours. Join a Twitter buddy's discussion and Tweet a quick tip on what you should or shouldn't do at a writer's conference even though I've never been to one. *hehe* Oh, and check my email.
6:00 p.m. Remember that I haven't taken anything out for dinner and weigh the options of heat and serve frozen foods or check the junk drawer for pizza coupons. Feed the dogs again. Water the pretty-much-dead garden while Tweeting my whereabouts on my cell phone. Yes, I'm an awesome multi-tasker. Oh, and check my email.
8:00 p.m. Make lunches for the hubby and son, clean up dinner dishes or throw away the pizza box and make more coffee. Chat with hubby before he goes to bed, maybe watch some South Park. Mark my calendar for the Harlequin Twitter party on August 4th at 8:00 p.m. EST. Don't laugh, I was invited and they're giving away three iPads. Oh, and check my email.
11:00 p.m. Lip sync to the Pat Benatar/Joan Jett playlist (I probably just dated myself on that, ha!) while I work on my outline and look over the four different blogs I started before commencing a fifth. Hook up on Twitter with my BFF so we can share coffee and catch up on our day and discuss ghost hunting and John Cusack's lack of reciprocity when it comes to Twitter stalking. We compare notes on who's following us and if they're creepy or not (we don't discuss whether or not others may consider us to be creepy). The later it gets, the more paranoid we become and start sending direct messages to each other instead of publicly Tweeting. Oh, and check my email.
1:00 a.m. I think about the wisdom of another cup of coffee versus going to bed. I re-read my blog four times before posting it and think to myself that no one is going to read it, so I don't need to go over it a fifth time before actually shutting the computer down. Oh, and check my email one more time. Brush my teeth and flop into bed.
3:45 a.m. Get hubby up for work, make his coffee, kiss him on the cheek and send him on his merry way.
And so it begins again...in a few weeks the child will be back in school and I will be forced to adhere to some sort of schedule. For now, that is a random day in the life of yours truly.
Melissa
LOL omg, too funny! I love it. Oh and I think John Cusack likes the attention, despite his lack of reciprocity. See, that is his way of making us think he doesn't like it... Nope, not words of a stalker at all =)
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He's playing hard to get, we know how that works. Also, not the words of a stalker!
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That was funny, you forgot to mention in there somewhere your 'wifely' duties... Lol
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Hey now, this is a family program, lol!
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Interesting to see the day in the life of an Author. Your manuscript is being read by Editor #2 and then if it passes...on to me.
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