Hello there! I’d like to cordially invite you into my fantasy world. It’s quite comfortable here. It’s a little more colorful than “real life” as I like to call that world outside my head.
Today, we are going to experience a day in the life of an author (Me!) who does not have a non-writing-related day job (remember, this is a fantasy world). What would that be like? Well, allow me to share…
6:00 a.m. – The alarm goes off and I smack the snooze button, no less than four successive times. Why the hell is my alarm still going off at six, when I no longer work outside the house? Is this somebody’s idea of a sick joke? Oh, wait, that’s me. I did that. Because I write best in the morning. Duh.
6:45 a.m. – Parked in front of the computer, full coffee mug perched next to my elbow. Time to write.
7:15 a.m. – The entire household is awake, and I can’t concentrate. It’s time to drag my daughter out of bed and make sure my son doesn’t miss the bus. The husband, thank God, can fend for himself. Reluctantly, I close the computer and promise myself it’s only for a short time.
8:15 a.m. – I use the fact that my youngest child likes it when I walk her to the bus stop as an excuse to walk the dog, because otherwise I will delay this task until the dog is either in my lap or chewing something of value to someone in this household, before I finally tear myself away from the computer. (This particular part of the fantasy assumes said fantasy occurs at some point in the next year, otherwise, my youngest will be in middle school and very likely will be mortified should I come anywhere near her bus stop, with or without the dog.)
9:00 a.m. – Time. To. Write. After I check out Facebook and Twitter and email. And check my ranking on Amazon. And Google my name to see if anyone reviewed any of my books and failed to tag me in the post. And schedule a few Facebook posts for later in the day, when maybe I might actually manage get some writing done. This is assuming I can keep myself from opening Pinterest.
10:30 a.m. – Shit, I forgot I have a blog post to write for tomorrow. And I need to beg for reviews for the book releasing at the end of the month. While I’m at it, I need to complete the form to sign up for another blog tour. I love the fact that I can pay a reasonable price to have someone else do all the work promoting my books, but filling out all that info on the front end is still tedious and time consuming. But it’s only once, right? Well, once per tour. I also realize I haven’t sent a newsletter is almost a month, and I should probably let my faithful subscribers know I have a new release coming out. While those MailChimp newsletters are certainly pretty, they do take a fair amount of time to create. I’d better get started now. Maybe it will be ready to send by the end of the week.
11:45 a.m. – I’m starved. Maybe I should eat. Is it too early to pour a glass of wine? I have to admit, it’s pretty cool to work a fulltime job where I can drink wine anytime I want.
12:15 p.m. – Okay, it’s time to write. Wait, let me check email again. Oh, a new editing job. Hmm… two hundred and fifty thousand words? That’s a hell of a book, and is going to consume my life for the foreseeable future, but hot damn, I could use the injection of income into my bank account, since my book sales are slumping right now. If they don’t pick up soon, my husband’s going to ask me to find another job. I guess I should do some more marketing. Readers, oh readers, where art thou, readers?
2:30 p.m. – I am finally inspired. I’ve written two thousand words. I’m on fire. This plotline running through my mind is so exciting. I’m so glad I do this fulltime now, so I have all day long to actually write.
3:30 p.m. – The first child is home from school. And he’s starved. And ever since I’ve started working from home, he has lost the ability to make his own snack. Luckily, as soon as I set him up with food, he retreats to his bedroom to hang out with his true love: computer games. Back to the computer – this book isn’t going to write itself, and frankly, I’ll go insane if I don’t get these characters out of my head and onto the computer. Soon. I know I accepted that editing job, but it’s going to have to wait until I get this first draft down. This is my fulltime gig now, so I’ll have plenty of time to get it done.
4:00 p.m. – Another quick walk for the dog, as kid number two gets a kick out of it when I show up to pick her up from the bus stop. I should appreciate the fact that she still likes to hang out with me. I should, I really should.
4:45 p.m. – Kid number two needs a snack. And it’s time to start thinking about dinner. Damn it, the one downfall to working from home: there is an expectation that I will at least begin preparations for the evening meal. Ironic, considering I’m not the cook in the family. I suppose it’s a small price to pay for no longer wasting my life commuting to a job I wasn’t passionate about. Still, considering how little writing I’ve done today, I am resentful that I have to do this small task.
7:00 p.m. – My daughter accuses me of loving my computer more than her. “I thought you would have more time to spend with us once you stopped working outside the home,” she says. I close the computer and oblige her. These years are precious and fleeting, after all. I suppose.
10:00 p.m. – Finally, the kids are in bed and the husband is parked in front of the television. The dog has given up all hope of a third walk and went to bed with my daughter. I can finally focus on this story. If only I could keep my eyes open. After several aborted attempts to write new words, I close the computer, vow to try again tomorrow, and pick up my friend’s book instead, the one I promised to read and review in time for her release date, which – yikes! – Is tomorrow. Better get to it…
11:15 p.m. – I snuffle and roll over, smacking my lips, when my husband extracts the e-reader from my lax hands, as I’ve fallen asleep while reading. Again. I guess I’ll have to dedicate my day to reading tomorrow, instead of writing. But that’s okay. The two go hand in hand. And there’s always the next day. I’m a stay-at-home-writer now.
I have plenty of time.
Tami Lund is a writer with a day job. Unfortunately, the above is just a fantasy. One she tends to indulge in while sitting in rush hour traffic, waiting to get home so she can, you guessed it, write. Sometimes, she blogs over HERE, too.