Writing is Tough Work

A friend recently asked me: What is your writing day like? Here’s my answer:

I sit down at my beautiful new all-in-one touchscreen computer around 8:30 a.m.

Oops, forgot my coffee, so I go back to kitchen for a fresh cup. Back at the computer, I first:

Check emails, Facebook messages, Twitter messages, LinkedIn messages

Respond to emails, FB, Twitter and LI messages.

Check my web dashboard to see number of hits and/or comments from the previous day. Oh, I sometimes take a peek at Goodreads as well.

Check my calendar to see if today is blog writing day. Whew, not yet.

Now my coffee is cold. Back to the kitchen.

On the way, I stop and pet my dogs who are taking their morning nap.

Okay, back at the computer, I now open the latest draft of my book, stare at the page I left off and drink my java. A chirping sound goes off. Ahh, a text message. I check my cell, realize there are several messages to respond to, one of which is a reminder that I have a Board meeting the next day. Yikes. Need to get ready for that since I’m the Board President.

An hour later, back staring at the draft of my book when a gmail comes in. It’s regarding a court report I submitted on my CASA boy. (I’m a court-appointed special advocate for foster youth.) A few questions to answer there.

Back to my book. Now my dogs have gotten into their toy basket and yanked out their stuffy toys. They are both staring at me with scruffy dogs hanging out of their mouths. I get down on the floor and roll around with them for a while – to lower my blood pressure, of course.

Now, while I’m up and away from my computer, it’s probably time for a bit of stretching. Yoga, perfect. Just forty minutes will do.

Finally, back staring at the last paragraph of my book, which, by the way, I’ve read nine times now and have to read again. This time my brain is in gear and I try to concentrate. Argh. I’m stuck. I riffle through my files and hunt for my outline for inspiration. Yesss. I start to type and type and type. One paragraph, two, then a page, then two. I’m on a roll. I stop, re-read, re-write, re-read and re-write, until I have one solid page I’m pleased with (until I re-read it again tomorrow.)

Hurrah.

It’s time for lunch. With the friend who asked what my writing day is like.