7:00 AM |
I hear screaming in my dream. No, I am not dreaming. The message is clear: "Mommy - I'm awake!!!!" |
7:05 AM |
Nudge husband and tell him it is his turn to get up with 3-year old. |
7:10 AM |
Whack husband for falling back to sleep!! |
7:11 AM |
Enjoy the bed all to myself. |
7:12 AM |
More noise. Dogs barking. Wait, not my dogs, but Clifford, the Big Red Dog. Give up the battle, get out of bed. |
7:40 AM |
Must make Grace's lunch for school, brew coffee for me, and try to dress a moving target! |
9:00 AM |
Grace is off to school. Quiet time for me! |
9:01 AM |
Phone rings. |
9:20 AM |
Now in office, with big mug of coffee, two dogs on the floor and a cat under the blanket on the chair. Time to check e-mail. |
9:45 AM |
OK, done deleting porn. On to real e-mails. |
10:00 AM |
Time for work! |
10:03 AM |
Phone rings. |
10:08 AM |
Okay, definitely must work. Wait.gotta pee. Darn coffee. |
10:15 AM |
Back at my desk. Now what did I do with that FBI Evidence Recovery file? |
10:20 AM |
Found it! Nice crayon notes in the margin. Looks like Grace got into my office again. |
10:45 AM |
Should check e-mail again. Must wait until the dogs figure out who gets to sleep under my desk. |
11:00 AM |
Alert! Alert! Fed-Ex man is here. Dogs bark till my eardrums bleed. What did I get? |
11:15 AM |
Yum! Beneath all of the packaging is a box of chocolates. Just one will help with the writing part of my brain. |
11:20 AM |
Hmmm. where to hide the empty box of chocolates so the hubby doesn't know I didn't share? |
11:30 AM |
Back at my desk. My head hurts now. chocolate and coffee don't mix. Time to work. |
11:42 AM |
Phone rings. |
11:54 AM |
Phone rings. |
12:18 PM |
Phone rings. |
12:32 PM |
Phone rings. |
12:48 PM |
Phone ri—gets hurled across the room. One cordless receiver down, three more to go. |
1:00 PM |
Alert! Alert! Dogs barking again. UPS man? Nope. Grace is home from school! |
1:02 PM |
Hugs are much more fun than writing. Lunch break! |
1:35 PM |
Back in the office. Book hates me, characters hate me. How have I ever made a living doing this? |
1:55 PM |
Phone rings. Snarl, snarl—wait! It's the FBI agent I have been playing phone tag with for weeks. |
2:00 PM |
Alert! Alert! Dogs informing world of local UPS activity. "I am sorry; you said typical decomposition is how many days?" Alert! Alert! UPS on road. "What was that again?" Alert! Alert! UPS in driveway. "The head does what?" Aaaagh! |
2:45 PM |
Wow. What a great research phone call. I can't wait to put this in a novel. |
3:00 PM |
Two hours left, must get serious about work. Wait, I need some good writing music.. Hmmm.. iTunes. |
3:25 PM |
Wow. So many Bon Jovi songs, so little time. Ah! So little time! |
4:50 PM |
Why are the dogs staring at me? Dinner time already? So much for today's page count. |
5:00 PM |
Family time! Grace wants me to play "evil". Should I be scared? |
6:00 PM |
Hubby says he will take care of dinner. Very sweet until he hands me a take-out menu. |
7:30 PM |
Bedtime ritual for Grace. Brush teeth, stories, and song. |
8:00 PM |
I am beat! Time to snuggle in bed with a good book. |
11:20 PM |
Dogs on the bed. Snoring in my ear. Plot points buzzing in my head. Just another quiet day in the life of a writer.
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