7:00a – ALL the ideas roam through my head in those faint hours between sleep and awake. Plots and scenes and amazing characters basically construct themselves.
7:15a – Rolls over, eyes flutter open. “I’m going to write all the words today.”
7:20a – shower – because if I don’t do it now, I never will.
7:30a – “MOM I’M HUNGRY!” Towel off and get dressed, keeping all the ideas fresh in my mind. Feed kids, dress kids, yell at the kids to stop fighting … stop fighting … stop fighting …. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS SACRED AND HOLY STOP FIGHTING!!!!
8:00a – Fuck it. You’re going to camp.
Sit at the computer and open my manuscript, briefly reading through what I wrote the day before. Four hundred words? That’s pitiful. I’m going to write two thousand today. That’s my goal. Two thousand … before lunch.
8:15a – Go brush your teeth. Why are you crying? You what? What? I don’t understand when you whine. STOP WHINING! Shit what was this character supposed to say? Go over it quick in my head again while Kid B hurls herself on the floor because her shorts are the wrong shade of blue.
8:20a – Ok I’ll order you new shorts from Amazon, just please get off the floor and brush your teeth. No, I’m not going to brush them for you, big girls brush their own teeth. Brush your teeth. BRUSH YOUR TEETH!
8:30a – Brushes Kid B’s teeth
8:45a – I WILL SWALLOW YOUR SOULS IF YOU DON’T STOP FIGHTING!!!! YOU – upstairs. YOU – car! Get your shoes.
8:46a – get your shoes
8:47a – get your shoes
8:48a – WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST YOUR SHOES?!
8:50a – Finds the shoes and gets Kid B in the car. Kiss goodbye, sigh of relief. Time to work!
9:05a – Sits at desk and stares at the monitor trying to recall the amazing ideas from before. These characters are gonna fuck on the deck. Hand stuff first … BFF slides into DMs with brand new photo of Johnny James. *Drool.*
9:15a – still drooling, ‘cause fuck he’s hot.
9:20a – Go back to manuscript. His candor tugs the corners of my lips, as I push down the emotion bubbling inside. Candor? Is that the right word? Opens chat to author friend.
“Does this line sound right to you?”
“Hmmmm. I think the word tug doesn’t work.”
“No I meant the word Candor. It just doesn’t look right to me.”
“Maybe try quirks? I dunno…”
10:00a - His candor quirks the corners of my lips, as I push down the emotion bubbling inside. Nic’s right. That’s way better. OK, where were we? Reads from the top of the scene. This paragraph needs a little more. Toils with the words; moves shit around.
10:30a – Jesus, I’m starving. Checks word count. 200 words?! That’s all I wrote? Shit I better hustle. *shoves a handful of pizza combos in mouth*
11:00a – Brody leans forward, his elbows on his knees, sinewy muscles flexing under the thin cotton of his tee...
“Can I have some lunch?” Gets up to make Kid A lunch. Listens to a thirty-minute lesson on the power of the sun and how he plans to harness it to make cars run without gas in the future.
11:45a – I know I had the perfect response to this comment. What the fuck was it? Sits back and thinks. Types out three paragraphs. Deletes all three paragraphs because they suck.
12:00p – Friend slides into my DMs. Dick pic. I should add this to my website. I really need to update my website. I should go do that.
1:00p – FUCK! Kid B gets out of camp in one hour. Checks word count. Three hundred. SERIOUSLY? I’ve been sitting in the fucking seat ALL DAY! Checks rank on Author Central. Meh. Checks sales on BookReport. Double Meh. Maybe I should look at my ads. Opens Facebook to check out ads. Set up some new ones.
1:15p – denied. Set up new ad
1:20p – denied. Set up new ad
1:30p – denied. Bang head on keyboard. Open DMs to whine about what a prudish bitch FB is.
1:50p – shit, I have to get Kid B.
2:05p – Kid B needs a bath
2:15p – Kid B needs a snack
2:20p – Kid B needs me. Nothing, in particular, she just needs me next to her at all fucking times.
2:30p – Kid A asks Kid B if she wants to go outside. YES! Go outside and play, let mommy work. Kids run out, I sit back down at the computer and get back to work.
2:45p - Craning my neck, I move forward and close the distance between us ...
Kid B hurls herself through the door in a puddle of tears. Kid A sat on her swing. Yell at Kid A, console Kid B who clings so tight I swear she’s trying to crawl back inside my vagina.
3:00p – “I’m hungry. When’s dinner?” Shoos Kid A away with a can of coke. If all goes well, this book will make me enough money where I can afford the dental work it caused. Plan B? Dentures.
3:15p – “I’m hungry. When’s dinner?” Shoes Kid B away with fruit by the foot. Fruit is literally in the title. It’s basically healthy.
3:30p - A muted sigh floats from my lungs. He matches it with a growl, pulling me off my chair and onto his lap …
CRASH! Kid B begins wailing from somewhere in the house. DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO STOP FIGHTING?!
4:00p – Friend slides into DMs “What do you think of this blurb?”
4:20p – Jesus it’s almost 4:30? I need to start dinner. Asks kids what they want.
4:25p – What do you want for dinner?
4:30p – Dinner?
4:40p – You guys want to eat tonight or what?
4:50p – YOU GUYS WERE STARVING TO DEATH TWO HOURS AGO! Fuck it…we’re having mac and cheese. Kid B immediately hits the floor.
5:15p - Kid A sits down to Mac and Cheese. Kid B sits down to a giant plate of bacon. JUST BACON because I don’t give a fuck anymore. Just stop crying before I kill someone.
Husband comes through the door. YAY DADDY”S HOME!!!!
5:20p - Stop fighting! Eat your dinner
5:25p – sit down and eat your dinner
5:30p – Ok…I don’t want to see your dance moves. I want to see you eat your dinner
5:40p – no. I don’t want to hear another knock knock joke. Your dinner’s getting cold.
5:45p – If I heat that up, are you going to eat it this time? OH for fuck sake stop crying … please…
6:00p – You barely ate your dinner, but sure I’ll load you up with ice cream. Why the fuck not? I’m too exhausted to listen to whining this close to bedtime.
DM’s blow up. Chat Chat Chat
7:00p – bedtime for Kid B – Thank you, Jesus.
7:05p – Bring her a snack
7:10p – Bring her a water
7:15p – Kiss her for the hundredth time
7:20p – death threats and shaking fists I’M NOT COMING UP HERE AGAIN!
7:30p – Sit down with laptop and a mug of coffee
7:45p – A slow, steady thrust that causes my back to bow… Kid B needs to poop.
8:00p – This couple feels like they’ve been fucking ALL goddamned day. Checks word count. Four hundred words. Shit. Throws laptop aside and turns on Dr. Phil.
Fuck it. Tomorrow’s a new day.
