Seven Days a Week

It’s the same thing day in and day out.  I really don’t mind, not one bit.  Matter of fact, if something happens, I get antsy, become a clock watcher, wondering when I can retreat back to my hidey hole, yet not look like a clod.

To clarify, I’m talking about my daily writing schedule, of which I’m insanely protective.  The days generally go something like this:

  • Up at 6:00 a.m, Put on choice of workout clothing (yoga M, T, W, F) and running (T, Th Sa).
  • Brush teeth, wash face, make up bed, get “puppy.”  (not really a puppy, but tiny enough to be one & he sleeps in a playpen)
  • Go outside so “puppy” can do business
  • Drink 1st cup of coffee, watch news, feed puppy, see hubby off to work
  • Work out till 8:00
  • Shower, dress, eat
  • Upstairs by 9:00 to write – only breaking when puppy looks downright pitiful
  • Back upstairs to write till puppy looks pitiful again and this in/out thing goes on until 5:00
  • 5:00 p.m. go back downstairs, puppy is ecstatic to be out of writing prison and playfully frolics around feet that head to refrigerator to grab a beer

So, in other words, I spend most of my days writing, EVERY day.

I’m not sure anyone really understands  – except other writers.  For example, I call my mother every Sunday and she always asks, “so, what’s on your agenda today?” like I might tell her I’m going cliff diving, or off to extract venom from a poisonous snake.   I stare at the receiver in my hand, put it back to my ear in time to hear her say, “write?”   Well, uh, yeah.   I do try to be aware of family time.   I make sure I’m involved and conversational whenever we visit, even though I tend to sneak peeks at the clock, or zone out if I think of something to add to the current WIP.

Lots of people might think keeping a schedule like this is tiresome, hideously boring (many of you probably fell asleep while reading the list above.)  but I’m pretty sure I’m not the only writer committed to a seven days a week writing schedule.   Even the suggestion of an unplanned trip to the grocery store could potentially ruin the rhythm.

I suppose I have no life to speak of.   Actually, I absolutely know that when I look at FB every now and then, only to see all sorts of exciting summer things others are doing.  Zip lining, white water rafting, kayaking, mountain climbing, surfing, knee boarding, skiing.  In those moments I realize I’m definitely living in Dullsville.

Yet, I don’t mind it at all.  I believe the time spent will be worth it one day and the grinding work ethic I’ve established with little, if any, guilt, will pay off.  I’m happy, contented, and besides, even if I were hang gliding off of one of the Dunes at the Outer Banks, guess what I’d be doing.   Thinking about writing.  Well, that and praying that I land safely.

What about you?   Is your life as boring as mine because of your writing?


COMMENTS

  • Averil Dean

    July 22, 2013

    Reply

    I’m cracking up right now. Yes, my life is deadly dull and I blame writing entirely. If only I had a life like the ones playing out in my head!

    • donnaeve

      July 23, 2013

      Reply

      So true! Well, except for the fact that I’d like to live, and there’s one too many dead bodies in the latest WIP. 🙂

  • J.D.

    July 23, 2013

    Reply

    Yes, i spend a lot of time reading and writing. I need to jazz up my life a little. I am in Dullsville also, but I do mind.

  • Carolynnwith2Ns

    July 23, 2013

    Reply

    I want to live in Boringtown, right down the street from Dullsville. I get to live the dream of the writer’s life only on an occasional day off during the week (tomorrow is one) and have to cram the rest in while punching a time-clock and pretending to like my job.
    Oh the joy of a focused writer’s life.

    • donnaeve

      July 23, 2013

      Reply

      Been there…done that. (for 35 years actually) So, I hear you loud and clear. This may not be long term for me either. It depends…on, well, if anyone likes “it.” Imagine living in Dullsville or Boringtown and then having to go BACK to the rat race, back to realizing the dream just got sucked up by the need to pay bills. I cringe to think of it.

      • Carolynnwith2Ns

        July 24, 2013

        Reply

        Nope, not gonna happen. You got the drive and the smarts. You’ll do it big.

      • donnaeve

        July 25, 2013

        Reply

        That’s the nicest thing to say!!! xoxo!!!!!!


Leave a Reply to J.D. Cancel reply





css.php
%d bloggers like this:
Web design & website hosting powered by Surfside Web