Robyn Grady :: Day in the Life
Sometime around, someone, or something, drags me from my dreams. My poodles pouncing on the mattress...the cat clawing at the mattress…our youngest, asleep in the middle, wetting the ¾
So, I’m out of bed. After I get the lunches done, I whip through any outstanding homework, find that missing sock, and drop my three beautiful daughters off at school in record time. Then I roll back home to…
Lots of writers love to write to music. Could be due to the fact that after I forget how to spell the word ‘peace’, but I prefer the sweet sound of silence while I work.
After a brief encounter with the dust-bunnies and laundry, I check my emails (and again) then delve into the business of the day. Might be revisions, edits, or critting for my fantastic CPs. But if it’s writing a brand new story, I don’t usually hit ‘the zone’ till an hour before school lets out. Then ¾ wouldn’t you know ¾ the words flow like honey.
The kids are collected then it’s a splash in the pool, more homework, dinner, and perhaps a re-run of Shrek or maybe some rare ‘adult TV’ time (I’m talking Law and Order, ladies). When all is quiet again, I usually break my New Year’s resolution (“I solemnly vow to be in bed by ten”) and write till 2 in the morning. I would love to wake up at dawn and jog down tree-lined streets to the twittering of birds, but no escaping reality…my brain functions best after hours.
And in between, when I get a chance, I read. Perfect if I can lose myself in a fantastic story lounging back against my husband while he surfs the channels and bundles me close.
Yeah, life is good J