Friday, January 17

A Day In My Life

This is going to be really short. My alarm goes off at 5:51 in the morning and I hit the snooze button. At 6:00 a.m. I drag myself out of bed and head into the bathroom to get ready for work. At 6:45, I'm out the door and in my car, where I sit in traffic until I get to the day job somewhere around 7:45. I leave the day job around 5:00 and sit in traffic until I get home, between 6:20 and 6:45. On a really bad day, I get home about 7. I open my front door...to my screaming grandchildren. That's right folks, the nest is no longer empty!


My brain is completely scrambled by 8:00. Notice I haven't mentioned writing yet. It's about this time when I realize I haven't eaten. Okay, dinner at eight. I open my phone and check my e-mails. The little voice in the back of my head yells for me to write. Sometimes I open the laptop to stare blankly at the screen. Sometimes I tell that little voice to shut up. Either way, I can't think. Hubby is trying to talk to me, daughter and grandchildren want my attention. Sigh.  At ten p.m. I think about heading for bed but don't make it up the stairs til after eleven. I get in bed. Sometimes I sleep, sometimes not.





4 comments:

  1. Hugs to you, Shawn. I know this isn't the best of times--I hope they come back soon. Sending good vibes your way!

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  2. Hugs from me, too. Man, that's a long day. I hope you get to write again, soon.

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  3. (((hugs))), Shawn. Hoping for some relaxation and 'me' time in your future.

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  4. Group hug! It's too bad your drive home is frought with traffic. I used to have a 30 minute drive and that was how I unwound but it wasn't in traffic. I now have a 20 minute drive and a lot of times I can get my character's talking so when I get home I can jot down some notes of dialogue. But when I've done traffic, forget about it--which is why I'm glad I don't work in Portland. Agh.

    Hope you get a light for your tunnel soon :)

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