Wednesday, December 12, 2012
A Day In The Life
It's named a day in the life in honor of Eleanor Roosevelt--who I now know a whole lot about due to studying her and her husband for finals--since she wrote a series of articles about a day in the life of a first lady.
I'm not a first lady. I'm a glamorous romance writer. My life is the stuff of Romancing the Stone.
After cramming for finals and getting hardly any sleep this week, I crashed early last night. I then got up at the buttcrack of dawn. Checking emails, I saw first round edits for Proper Care and Feeding of a Sex God, now renamed Taming a Sex God. Coffee in hand, I whipped through them and fired them back to my editor. I realized I was late.
I jumped in and out of the shower in record time and stuffed my kiddo in the car. Realizing I forgot to get cash out of the bank for the Santa Shoppe he was headed to (and I was volunteering at) we popped in and out of an atm and went to school.
Signing him in late, because I'm a rockstar of a mama, I headed off with a friend to do some quality volunteer time. It was actually pretty cool since I got to play store (aka work the register) and chit chat with my buddy. Then I had lunch with my kiddo and helped tiny humans.
Although fun, this was tiring, and more socializing than I usually do in a month, so I headed home, checked on my oldest and then passed out for an hour (Note: I mentioned this is finals week for college, right?)
I woke to an offer of cookies in exchange for my mad artistic skills so I got cookies. I then checked my cell phone because the boys were riding bikes on the dirt road behind our house, mucking around in the woods and around the creek. They texted me pictures of a frozen deer corpse they found in the creek.
KID YOU NOT...they texted me pictures of a body in frozen water. Apparently this was a fascinating find for the boys. Gruesome but fascinating.
Gaaaak. They had hot cocoa and cookies and I packed up my stuff to go to the high school for a meeting with the music boosters.
I got all fired up because they don't have a music program in our elementary school right now (budget cuts) so I threw out ideas, thoughts, and am planning on now playing advocate for replacing our depleted performing arts program. Yes, I'm now the secretary of the music program. *bows*
Now I'm back home, with another round of edits in my inbox, plans to research music grants and the positive and negative impacts of no music program, cramming for an art final tomorrow and...oh yeah, I have work to do.
So, yes, this is a day in the life of a glamorous writer. You're all jealous right now, aren't you?