A Day in the Life
6:30. Rise, stumble to the coffeepot, take coffee with me to the journal, sit and write for an hour. Best part of the day.
7:30. Check email; try not to get too engrossed in letters from friends or the latest celebrity gossip news.
8:00. Walk with my friend Sharon. We’ve been walking together, three times a week for over 20 years. Damn, even I’m impressed by that.
9:00. Eat breakfast, laboriously work on the Sudoku puzzle, pat myself on the back for being brilliantly close to solving it and then realize I’ve screwed up.
9:30. Back to work. I know, total grossness–no shower. Lately I’m lucky if I get in the shower by noon. Such is the life of a writer. Spend the next couple hours working on marketing, which always takes tons of time and is a pain in the you-know-what.
12:00. Sneak in a little more work on my new project, which mostly exists in the journal and is way too raw to talk about. Suffice it to say I’m excited. There’s a shower in here somewhere, too.
12:30. Lunch. Oh yeah, that.
1:00-ish. Realize I’ve missed a call from a client, call her back and we talk about a ghostwriting project for quite awhile. I’ve just finished one book for them and we’re in the process of shaping the next one.
2:00. Return a call from a new client. She’s got a book she wants me to write. I like the sound of it. We’ll see what happens but I hope we move forward.
2:30. Panic. Two big jobs and another couple I’ve got to follow up on. When will I have time to work on my own things?
2:45. Breathe deeply; feel better.
3:00. Work on a critique for students who live in Las Vegas. I love these two–they are a husband and wife who write children’s books together.
4:00. Email critique off, head out to bank, PO and Fred Meyer for food. Buy shrimp for dinner and a whole salmon on sale at the unheard of price of $2.49 per pound, plus a cedar plank to cook it on.
5:00. Read a little of a manuscript, swear I’m not going to have a glass of wine so that I can stay sharp and work tonight.
6:30. Pour myself a glass of wine and take it and manuscript and journal outside. Talk to Lewis instead of doing any work.
7:00. Realize I never called Candace back and call her while I fix dinner. Steve is going to be home late, working on a project for the Abu Dhabi folks, anyway. He’s going back there in two weeks and I’m heading to LA around the same time to meet all those new clients.
8:00. Release delusion that I’ll get more done tonight and go fart around on the internet. Burning question: how does Twitter make money? Answer: A. they don’t, yet, because they don’t have to, and B. they don’t know how they are going to, when they finally do have to. Not sure why this fascinates me so.
9:45. Panic, redux: realize I’ve not written a blog post in several days. Sit down and have at it.
10:00. Time to crawl into bed with the wonderful book I’m reading, The Tenth Gift. Its about pirates. Did you realize that millions of Europeans were stolen by pirates and sold into slavery?