I love to write. It is my passion. So why is it then that every time I make up my mind to sit down to write, my head begins to swim with excuses to keep me from writing? If I had the answer to that, well, I would be published! Here is a typical day in my writing life:
7:43 am ~ Wake up with an incredible idea for a story.
7:45 am ~ Jump out of bed and quickly write the main points down so I won't forget by the time I get to the computer. After all, I am 52 now.
8:08 am ~ Decide I better brush my teeth, shower and get dressed before writing. THEY do say it's better to treat writing like a real job instead of sitting in your pajamas all day.
9:13 am ~ After completing the aforementioned tasks, decide I better eat breakfast since THEY say you accomplish more when you start with a healthy breakfast. Spend an hour cleaning the kitchen, fridge, stove, oven and toaster. I hate breakfast and couldn't find anything appealing but figured I might as well get something done while in the kitchen anyway.
10:17 am ~ Head upstairs to write! See the three birds in their three cages and realize I should clean the three cages and feed the three birds first. An hour later I have three clean bird cages full of three happy, fat birds. Haven't written one stinking word.
11:22 am ~ Finally sit down at the computer where I see the power bill sitting on the keyboard. Remember I need to pay the power bill today or I will be writing with pen and paper. So, I get online and pay the power bill. Finally ready to write.
11:39 am ~ Latest news bulletin flashes on computer screen. Not being a Britney Spears fan, I decide I don't really need to know if she is pregnant or not but curiosity gets the better of me and I click on the TMZ link in the "news" bulletin. Britney is not pregnant. I am still not writing.
12:01 pm ~ Decide since it is now lunch time and I didn't eat breakfast, I had better head downstairs and find something healthy to eat. THEY say I will have a better day if I do.
12:03 pm ~ Make it downstairs when I remember I am almost out of underwear. Run to the hamper, schlep the laundry out to the garage, start the first of numerous loads needing to be done since last Wednesday. Read the detergent bottle wishing I had written it.
12:48 pm ~ While in the garage, the freezer catches my eye reminding me I have taken nothing out for dinner. Take out some meat to thaw then realize I have no idea what to make with it once it is no longer a chunk of ice.
1:07 pm ~ Grab a granola bar and a HUGE cup of coffee hoping THEY will not know this is my breakfast and lunch. Head back upstairs to look up a recipe for tonight's dinner on Cooks.com, then I will definitely focus on writing.
1:23 pm ~ Once back online, I remember Rachael Ray has some great recipes, so I surf on over to her web address in the hopes of finding a great 30 minute meal. I suddenly understand the importance of a 30 minute meal after realizing I have just spent two hours cruising through her website. I am starting to hate the written word.
3:33 pm ~ Kids come in the front door from school just as I realize I HAVE to start dinner if we are going to eat sometime during today's date.
3:35 pm ~ Go back downstairs to greet the kids, listen to their day's tragedies and triumphs, start dinner, throw the wet laundry in the dryer and the next dirty load in the washer, set the table, feed the dogs, answer the phone, kiss the husband who just walked in the door, put dinner on the table, clean the kitchen, order kids to baths and beds and finally collapse on the couch.
9:17 pm ~ Sit pondering what it must feel like to be a writer.