Friday, January 30, 2009

A Typical Writing Day - Friday, Jan. 30

6:45am Rouse slightly, glance at clock. Close eyes again.

7:45am Yikes! Get out of bed. Put on exercise clothes.

8am Eat bowl of oatmeal with raisins. Pour cup of tea.

8:15 - 9:15am Critique manuscript chapter for member of Writing Group; check email

9:15 - 9:30am Drive to gym practicing Italian lesson on MP3 player in car, thus killing two birds with one stone, only not literally.

9:30 - 10:30am Yoga -- try to imitate movements of far more agile (and younger) instructor.

10:30 - 10:45am Drive home again repeating useful Italian phrases such as: Voglio comprare un belle cappello. (I want to buy a nice hat.)

10:45 - 11:15am Shower and dress.

11:15- noon Turn on computer, check email. Respond to question about a March school visit. Try to open an attachment unsuccessfully. Abandon attempt and continue yesterday's work on second chapter of first draft of current project. Write two or three paragraphs.

12 - 12:30pm Feed dog and self. Dog jumps up and down for canned food as if it's the best thing ever. How can he feel this way when he eats the same thing every single day? My lunch: 1/2 ham sandwich; cottage cheese with black pepper and green olives (yum! You should try this, it's a good combination); broccoli salad; one Dove dark chocolate square (for medicinal purposes, of course).

12:30 - 2pm Back at computer. Write one and a half pages.

2- 2:45pm Drive to eye doctor's office. Pick up extra pair of contact lenses. Listen to more Italian: La metropolitana non pasa spezzo. (The subway doesn't run often.)

2:45 - 4pm Write one more page to finish chapter.

4 - 4:20pm Go for short walk with husband and dog.

4:20 - 4:30pm Change a couple sentences in chapter ending I thought about on walk. Check email again. Write a couple non-work emails. Turn off computer.
Another writing day is done!


Emily said...

Wow, 4 hours and 40 minutes of writing (and e-mailing)! And people say you writers never do anything. Vegard says he's impressed; he had no idea you worked that much.

:) We're only jealous, of course.

Suzanne Williams said...

Ha-ha. Tell Vegard that I even write in summer--with no airconditioning, only a fan-- when the temperature soars above 85 degrees. (That's 29.44 C for you Europeans.)