I’ve been on spring break from school all this week. I purposely did not plan any trips for this time off, since I’m nearly finished writing the Bloody Book II. As the only part-time writer in the group, I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to write for long spaces without any other obligations calling me away. And it has been, for the most part. The hard thing is focusing on the work, and nothing else.
When you work in a regular job, with a desk or an office, it’s easy to focus. For one thing, you likely have people around you expecting you to do your job. For another, it’s very routine – start at 8, lunch at 1, go home at 5. When you’re home alone writing, there’s no one in the next room to tell you to get back to work, and the clock really doesn’t matter as much. Let me show you how yesterday went around here.
7:00 I’m up. (I get up on a workday at 5:15, so this was a lovely indulgence.)
7:30 Eating breakfast. Wondering if I should go grocery shopping today, since the fridge shelves are looking a little bare? I could always stop at the store on my way back from the dentist’s office.
8:00 Wake the Beetle for his dental appointment.
9:00 Sitting in the dentist’s office, with my notebook open. Between the incredibly happy toddler in the waiting area and the constant phone ringing, I can’t seem to come up with anything.
9:10 Pull out the iPod.
9:45 The Beetle returns, with a good report. Ah, now I can go home and get some work done.
10:00 Pull into the driveway. Forgot to stop at the grocery store.
10:05 Turn on the computer and sit down to work.
11:00 Manage a whole two pages. Was that the dryer beeping? Maybe I should go fold the dry clothes.
11:10 Stand up, walk around and get over the need to fold clothes. Back to work.
11:15 The husband sends me links to good information for the New Shiny. Force myself to archive the message and not look until later.
12:00 Lunch time! I make a salad, and wonder again if I should go to the store.
12:20 Back to the desk. Husband has sent another set of links. The temptation is awful.
1:00 Realize my feet are freezing, and go searching for my sheepskin slippers.
1:10 Back to the desk, and apparently my cold feet were warping my thought processes. Kes would never say that last thing I typed. Delete, delete, delete.
2:00 Phone rings. In reaching for it, I knock the iPod, the iPod stand, a bracelet and my glasses onto the floor.
3:00 Finish one chapter, move on to the next. I don’t know what to use for the epigraph, but that can wait. No looking online for a line that fits – that way lies danger.
3:45 Suddenly remember I don’t have anything out to thaw for dinner. Consider once again a trip to the grocery store, then decide we’ll just have breakfast for dinner tonight.
5:00 Shoot, I forgot to include the scene about Flingo Naile, and now I have to work backward to weave it in.
5:45 Husband comes home. Seems content with the breakfast for dinner idea. I stop writing to go cook.
6:30 Back to the desk. It’s starting to get dark, and my eyes are feeling it.
8:30 Hit ‘Save’ one last time, and close the document. I’ve finished 15 pages today and I still haven’t prepped my Magical Words entry for tomorrow, but Lost is starting soon.
10:00 Lost is over. Head for bed to read a little before I sleep.
11:00 Turn off the light. Dang, those clothes are still in the dryer and now they’ll be wrinkly. Oh well.
It’s such a glamorous life. 😀