This is what last (deadline) week looked like for me:
Monday - Friday:
6 am - Woke up, drank coffee, and worked on my revision for the new book.
7:30 am - Woke the kids up, drank coffee, and got them ready for school.
9 am - Returned home from dropping off the kids, drank coffee, dinked around on the internet and/or called my agent / editor to freak out over my impending deadline and book issues.
10 am - 4 pm WORKED WORKED WORKED on the revision, eating lunch at my desk. Also drank some coffee.
4 pm - Picked up my kids. Homework. Shenanigans.
6 pm - Threw something together for dinner and shuttled the kids to various activities and / or found a movie for them to watch so I could WORK WORK WORK on my novel.
8 pm - Bedtime for kiddos, which is always a circus entitled, Tricks My Children Do To Avoid Going To Bed. I should charge admission for this. . .
9 pm - WORKED WORKED WORKED on the novel.
12 am - Went to bed. Stared up at the ceiling thinking about the revisions.
1 am - Fell into fitful sleep in which I actually revised my novel in my dreams. All night long I wrestled with phantom lines.
5 am - Woken up by two cats jumping all over me who had decided it was time for the human to WAKE UP AND PLAY. Threw ungrateful cats out of the bedroom.
6 am - Started all over again.
Behold the oh-so-glamourous life of a writer! It went like this until Friday, where I'll add -
11:52 pm (8 minutes before my deadline) - Pressed send to give the draft back to my editor
12 am - Went to bed, stared up at the ceiling for no good reason.
3 am - Finally got my brain to turn off enough to fall asleep. But that's okay because it's Saturday so I can sleep in. . .
5 am - Woken up by my 4 year old because she was cold. Also, was it time for cartoons?
The weekend was a total blur- not even sure what I did there--maybe cleaned up the house and had some friends over for both me and the kids, ate donuts and pizza, played the game Munchkin for the first time, which was highly entertaining, but mostly just sat still with my brain going DUHHHHHH DOHHHHHHH DERRRRRRRR.
Which leads me to this morning, which went like this:
7 am - Woke up and laid in bed for a while.
7:30 am - Woke the kids up and got them ready for school
9 am - Returned home and threw myself into my To Do pile: finished several writer errands I've been procrastinating on, like signing up for YASH and filling out my author profile stuff they make me do for every book for the new book, sent a barrage of emails
10 am - Stared at the computer.
11 pm - Spent an hour making homemade banana bread. The house now smells amazing.
12 pm - Ate leftover pizza and took a shower so long it would have made Al Gore cry.
1 pm - Stared at the computer.
1:30 pm - Wrote a bizarre blog post about my schedule for the past week.
2 pm - Eyed the notebook for the next project. . .
2:03 - Picked up a pen.
