The crazy thing about writing - at least in my world - is that there is no normal day. There are days when the interruptions are endless and there are days when everything goes smoothly and there are days somewhat in-between.
The days when things are going smoothly are the best of course - you sit down at your desk, a cup of perfectly made coffee in your hand. The birds are chirping outside and the ideas are flowing in a constant stream. On days like this you marvel at how perfect the world is. But these are days of deception because most days are...
The phone rings - problem.
The dog eats something - hope I didn't need that?
Computer crashes - did I back everything up?
Phone rings again - problem number 2.
Coffee tastes like motor oil - but its all I got.
Dog throws up - good thing is: I didn't need what he ate after all, the bad news is: I gotta get a Haz-mat team in here to clean up.
Finally the Haz-mat team leaves - time to get writing. What? It's four pm already. Where did the day go?
But as Vince Lombardi once said - its not how many times you get knocked down - its how many times you get back up. So these are days that make us or break us - these are the days that you have to push through until you get to where you are going.
For me a good day always ends late. Starting is rough. I tend to procrastinate and do all manner of other things. And then, when I finally get going I don't want to stop. As I was finishing the rewrites on Black Sun - which comes out in August - every night of work got later and later. I stopped at midnight and then one am and then two and then three and finally the day I was supposed to send it in I finished at four o'clock in the morning. But for some reason I am just sharper late at night. In the day I'm kind of fuzzy.
So for me a typical day is this: Try to overcome procrastination - take lots of vitamins because I'm eating like crap and stock up on Jolt Cola - anyone remember that? All in all its a lot like cramming for final exams.
Till next time.