Tuesday, August 26, 2014

First Blog Post of 2014.

I haven't posted a blog this year, and I've been so busy that I didn't even realize it.

This new post is brought to you in part by Workaholics Anonymous. For more information, go to http://www.workaholicsanon.com. (FYI: workaholicsanon.com is NOT A REAL WEBSITE.)

I guess you could say that I've taken a break from blogging to pursue my work. I am now up to forty books in the series. People have asked me how I put in such long hours. For starters, I never have writer's block. (I have writer's tackle according to the great Dr. Cranquis.) And I have a crazy schedule that I decided to post in a response to the questions.

A typical day for me consists of the following schedule:

12:30 PM: Finally roll out of bed. (Thanks, Insomnia!)
12:40 PM: Coffee via Keurig. (BEST. INVENTION. EVER.)
12:45 PM: Peruse the net/play games/while having resuscitation fluids via favorite mug.
1:15 PM: Sit down at my desk and start working. This includes music and random breaks to skim Kindle notifications at my leisure. I may peruse the net if something interesting appears in my Kindle's notification bar when I hear the Facebook tone interrupt my music, which mostly includes European techno from 2011, because all of the other techno past, present, and future, pales in comparison. (2011 called. They want their music back.)
5:00 PM: Break time and lunch, or breakfast in my case since it's the first time I eat. (optional) (Today I worked until eight, because my husband is running errands and still has yet to make it home.)
5:02 PM: Daily text from husband announcing his return home. (Today's message also included a stop at his aunt's, his mother's, and the store, where he currently is located, and he will stop by the local coffee vendor on his way home, because I need caffeine.)
5:45 PM to 6:00 PM: The husband arrives home. (Arrival times are subject to change via stops required by one of us, usually me. He's still not home.)
5:45 PM to 7:00 PM: Interact with husband. (This usually involves watching television or totally being engrossed in our respective tablets. I drone on about what my fictional characters are into today. He listens, treating me like a sane person, because he's wonderful.)
7:00 PM: Husband drifts off on the couch with cat on his lap. (Cat is optional, but the cat thinks he's required.)
7:05 PM: Back at my desk, music selected and sounding excellent on my system (lots of bass), and I slip back into the zone.
8:15 PM to 9:30 PM: Husband's phone alarm goes off at various intervals. He still doesn't get up.
10:00 PM: Husband finally wakes up and mumbles something about not wanting to sleep that long. Usually an apology is involved.
10:15 PM to 10:30 PM: I wrap up what I'm writing and find a stopping point.
10:30 PM to 1:00 AM: Spend time with the husband.
1:30 AM to 2:30 AM: Husband goes to bed grumbling about not wanting to stay up that late.
2:30 AM to 5:00 AM: Insomnia, because life was meant to be spent watching Adult Swim and wrestling stubborn cat from my lap. (Adult Swim, watch us or don't. We don't care. Reverse psychology.) If I have the privilege of coherent thought, I'll grab my laptop and work. (You get one hundred points if you sang along to the Adult Swim jingle.)
5:00 AM: Drag exhausted body to bed.
7:10 AM: My alarm goes off so I can make sure husband is awake. He could sleep through a nuclear war.
12:30 PM: Wake up and start again.

The last four days I have worked a total number of thirty hours.

Yesterday, when I checked my email, due to the nifty notification tune, I found a new blog post from Dr. Grumpy and ended up reading his new blog post and his entire vacation post archive. I put in some extra hours to make up for that. It was worth it. I sobbed with laughter as I was reading his posts.

I need to share a few updates that I honestly haven't been able to bring myself to share. Many of you already know some of the goings on in my life as of this year, but I will compose a proper post about these updates in the near future.

My apologies for neglecting my readers.

Have a great week!


The cat who doesn't realize he's optional rather than required.

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