6:00
Alarm goes off while dreaming about latest plot. Husband hits sleep button — five times. Upon threat of death, he turns off alarm, rolls toward me and begs, "caffeine."
7:00
Have sent husband and oldest daughter off to work and school. Only two children left until I’m alone to work on current project that’s due yesterday.
8:00
Said children can’t find gloves or lunch or homework. Puppy ate them. All of them.
9:00
After cleaning up dog puke and driving children to school, I sit down on the deck with my laptop. Breathe in the delicious mountain air. Prepare to feel inspired. Instead see a bear in the woods and run inside.
10:00
After a large bag of cookies I feel inspired by sugar rush. Write a few pages while on the couch. Decide maybe what I really need is a plotting session. Lie down on couch with cozy blanket and plot with my eyes closed.
10:30
Woken from nap by phone. Middle child has lost lunch money.
11:00
Manage a few more pages before starvation sets in. Early lunch. I’ll get lots down this afternoon for sure.
12:00
Another page before email break. No email. Hmm. Maybe I should try harder to be friendly instead of snarling at anyone who interrupts. Note to self: No more snarling.
1:00
Call from editor. Last book, that I loved? Major revisions needed. By yesterday.
1:30
Call from other editor. Last book, that I loved? Major revisions needed. By yesterday.
2:00
Back in kitchen for more fortification.
3:00
Children home. Hot, tired, hungry, grumpy. Break up three fights before soccer practice.
5:00
Dinnertime. Forgot to cook. Back out in the car to Taco Bell.
6:00
Maybe I’ll sneak in one more page. Take another look at list of revisions, feel sick, head back into kitchen.
8:00
Kids to bed. Too tired to work, sit on couch with a good book. Not one of mine.
9:00
Husband wakes me up with a hopeful smile. I’m going to need caffeine.
