A day in the
life is never just, a day in the life. There are always a million things that
capture and keep my attention, making it hard for me to stay on track. Cue
Emergency Kittens on Twitter, “research” I’m deluding myself into believing is
actually for my novel and not just to find the perfect pancetta recipe, a house
to clean, weights to life, and well, you get the idea.
It’s hard
being a full time writer for a number of reasons. Aside from the pay (haha)
being a full time writer means that I am consistently forced to show up for
myself. I am my own boss, so any excuses that I might make about a lack in my
work performance come directly to me. There’s no coffee-sipping totalitarian
breathing down my neck if I take a longer than normal break, no one who tells
me to get my butt in gear if I’ve spent too long looking out the window.
(Though, to be fair – time spent looking out the window can totally be
effective and useful.)
While I enjoy
this kind of freedom because, let’s face it, most creatives aren’t the best
suited for a typical 9-5, I still treat my writing job just like any other.
I get up,
shower, have coffee, dress for the day. Play with my cat, take my
vitamins, kiss my love hello and goodbye, and then I commute to my at home
office. I set deadlines. I give myself timelines for projects. I try my best to
limit the time I spend goofing off.
Of course, the
more structured my day, the more I manage to accomplish before working hours
are done. That’s the thing though about working as a writer … I’m never off the
clock, because there isn’t a clock to start, which means that if I’m in the
middle of cooking dinner, expecting a quiet night with a book and a mug of tea
and inspiration strikes, then I’m right back at work. This can be tough at
times, but it’s also super thrilling because it means I’m never more than a
short distance away from the very thing I love doing – creating worlds, tapping
words into sentences which make paragraphs, which translate experience onto the
page.
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