(aka, my writing schedule as unemployed dude)

I do all of this talk about writing goals and how productive I plan on being and I know many people may think that I’m this extremely disciplined writer.  Obviously, judging from the number of blogs I write, interactions on Facebook, and tweets I make during the course of a day, that explains how I’m able to get so much writing done.  So I looked at how I wrote back in 2006 and as recently as 2009 to compare against how I write today.

7:00 a.m.  Stumble out of bed and head down to Calvin Fletcher’s Coffee Shop for a morning meeting.  I might as well set up an office there.  They now even call my name when I come in.

9:15 a.m.  Taunt Jason Sizemore via IM about me taking a mid morning nap.  Cause I can.

10:05 a.m.  Take my turn at Scrabble.  I’m already behind the 8 ball as I have 6 games pending to take my turn in.

10:30 a.m.  Off to library to research grants for my non-profit organization.  Will have to blog about that soon.

10:45 a.m.  Stuck in traffic.  The diva calls.  She, too, is in traffic and needed to kill time.  For the record, Chesya hates it when I refer to her as a diva.  Cause she’s not.  Really.  Just like K. Tempest Bradford isn’t the head of the black (writers) mafia.  Really.  Anyway, Chesya goes on a rant that ends with the words “I just want to beat him with a STFU stick.”  Somewhere in there, there needs to be a t-shirt made.

11:00 a.m.  Okay, this Scrabble game is in a dead heat.  Impatiently waiting for Monica Valentinelli to take her next turn since it will decide the game.

1:00 p.m.  I need to work out a few plot problems in the novel I’m working on.

1:30 p.m.  Wake up from my nap.

1:40 p.m.  Manage five separate IM conversations.  Apparently I’m the work wife of Jason Sizemore.  And I find time to wind Chesya up on the latest bit of stupid to be found on the internet.

1:50 p.m.  It dawns on me that I need to eat.  We’ll just call this the mid-afternoon breakfast.

2:00 p.m.  I remind my agent that he’s an enabler, as he can’t nudge me about any upcoming deadlines and remind me that it’s my turn at our Scrabble game in the same conversation.

2:15 p.m.  I need to work through a bout of writer’s angst.  So I maniacally do two loads of laundry and a load of dishes.

3:10 p.m.  Once again, I’m late picking up the boys from school.

3:35 p.m. The boys challenge me to a game of Blitz on the Game Cube.

5:20 p.m.  The garage door goes up, meaning Sally’s home.  I throw some papers on the floor to make it look like I was helping the boys with their homework.  Sally reminds me to at least turn off the television screen if I’m going to do that.

5:50 pm.  Sally and the boys work on building a gingerbread house while I fix dinner.  Since no one could make up their mind what they wanted, it’s sloppy joes, tacos, and pork chops night.  Which gets me out of cooking tomorrow as we’ll be having pork chops, tacos, and sloppy joes leftovers.

6:30 p.m.  MOVIE NIGHT!  Somehow Jurassic Park II gets chosen.  This is what happens when I have an ill-timed run to the bathroom.

9:45 p.m. Finally, everyone has gone to bed.  I can take my turns at Scrabble

12:05 a.m. I’m out of procrastination excuses.  Time to settle in and write.

3:50 a.m. Three thousand words.  Not bad.

Now THAT’S how you get some writing done.