My life is fairly boring and predictable, but Xio Axelrod has decided that the world wants to know what we romance writers do day after day. If I had Xio’s amazing life both as a writer and a singer, I’d write about it too!
If you’ve come from Andrea Mansue’s day in the life, welcome. If not, go check her out.
What my perfect day would start like- but this is reality. Darn.
A Day in The Life of Me
The alarm wakes me again. I hit it. It goes off five minutes later. I hit it again. It goes off again. I want to throw it against the wall, but it’s also my phone and I need that.
Damn, it’s 6:30 and I’m a half hour late waking frick and frack for school. They have alarm clocks, but although they’re able to hack into my computer and change all the keys around to screw with my typing, they can’t figure out how to set up their clocks.
I try sweet-talking them out of bed, then I yell, then I pour a glass of cold water over their heads. It’s loud, but effective.
We’re late, so breakfast is eaten on the fly and I nuke a cup of coffee made yesterday to carry me the hour round trip from home to their school.
Home. Alone. Finally. I need company, so I check up with my friends on Facebook and annoy them until they stop responding to me. Only then can I start writing. I write a paragraph, laugh at my own joke, and then check to see if someone said something funny on Facebook. Coffee break. A full carafe is made to keep me energized. I check Facebook as I wait for it to brew.
I write another paragraph and realize I’m hosting a Facebook party in a half hour. I hate those, so I spend the next twenty minutes freaking out and convincing myself that I won’t be the only one commenting on my posts. The party flies by with my stomach in knots. I hang on Facebook a few more minutes in case someone wanted to win my book. No one does, so I go back to writing the next book.
I’m starving. I need food. I drink a nutritional shake. It has everything I need and tastes like chocolate. I jump on Facebook and mention that to my fitness group. Then I’m starving again. Liquid diets don’t work for me, so I raid the pantry and end up with a large bowl of chips and salsa. And more coffee.
I often head outside about noon. I’m training for a sprint triathlon, but more important I try to keep myself in shape so I can return to working in a search and rescue unit. I had to take a few years off because of my kids, but as they grow up, I’m closer to having the time to return.
Scout. He’s the first dog I’ve owned that is completely not suited to search and rescue. He’s more of a sleep on the porch kind of canine.
I return, shower, drink coffee, and remember to add a load of laundry to the washer. I write more and then fall asleep for twenty minutes. More coffee and a visit on Facebook will wake me up. I reread yesterdays work and do some rewrites and finally get into the flow of things.
The kids call. I’m late to pick them up. Can’t they see this is the most crucial part of the scene? Nope. They have no clue what I do except stare at a computer screen. Doesn’t matter, I’m not breaking in the middle. They need to wait in the library. Finish their homework. I’ll be there. Soon.
Dinner is pizza to go, mac and cheese, or leftovers from the weekend. And coffee. I review a publishing contract I promised a friend I’d look at while I poke at the kids books, trying to shove knowledge into them.
Sunset at Veronica Forand’s pretend beach house
At nine o’clock, I’m brain dead, the kids are brain dead, and my husband arrives home from work. Last thing I do before shutting the kids’ bedroom doors is to tell them to set their alarm clocks. They assure me they will.
Are you tied to Facebook or Twitter? I try to keep it reasonable, but technology leaves it with me all day, everywhere.
Head over to J.J, Devine’s blog and find out what she does during the day. Don’t believe any of it. I think she’s a double agent for Belgium and actually travels the world stopping terrorists by day.