It’s Saturday. The office job is behind me for a couple days. The next 24 hours are mine to devote entirely to the creative process. Sort of. Here’s a glimpse of how it goes…
I awaken with a few ideas bubbling in my brain. Is that a
new character mulling around up there, too? Must shower to get the Water Muse
flowing. But wait! Puppy needs to go out, then be fed, then go out again.
Finally, I immerse myself in the steady stream of GREAT AND AMAZING
INSPIRATION. Uh, not quite. On this day I’m left wet, yet high and dry. Seems
the new character escaped out the doggie door. Not to fret. Another will be
along shortly. I hope. Maybe a trip to the supermarket will bring it all back
again. (When did eggs get to be so expensive? And ugh, those checkout lines!)
No matter! I found her! The new character and that darn little plot hole fix.
They were hiding out in frozen foods. What do ya know! I rush home, put the
groceries away, and dash to my home office to have at it. Phone set to voice
mail. TV off. Cursor blinking. Here we go. But wait – first I should jot the
new stuff down lest it goes missing again. And I really should check emails.
And maybe fifteen minutes of online marketing. Just fifteen. Forty-five minutes
later I’m good to go. It’s a thing of beauty. I’m like a machine. These are the
BEST two pages I have ever written. Ahem. Yeah, two. I vow to get back to it
later. I mean it.
Later comes. It is obnoxiously full of details like that
load of laundry waiting beside the machine and the family requiring some form
of dinner. (They tend to expect to be fed every single day! The nerve!) There
are a few bills to be paid, too. And those phone calls aren’t going to return
themselves. By eleven p.m. I’m right back where I started out this morning. The
pillow is warm. My eReader is lit. I’ve got maybe fifteen minutes before I pass
out. Just fifteen. Forty-five minutes later I’m good to go. To sleep, that is.
It was an amazingly productive day in the Writing Life.
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