So, this is a misleading title… it’s not really a day in my life. It’s a productive day in my life. But it’s also a rant, a vent, and an explanation all rolled into one.
Why do new people I meet measure my worth based on my job? Hello, how are you? I’m fine, and you? Fine. So… what is it you do?
I’m a romance writer.
Oh. Blank stare. Crickets. And then… Are you published?
So, what do you do all day? Write?
I wake up with my hubby, between six and seven, and just like my hubby, I get ready for work. I drink coffee, preferably Starbucks, but sometimes Dunkin’s or Bad Ass, and I always get dressed. I might go for a walk. Maybe there’s a beach involved, but there’s also a laptop, a jump drive, and a hope that today will be the day.
My day is split into four parts. That is part one. The morning.
Part two lasts between noon and two o’clock, when I travel to the local high school and teach ninety ladies split into two classes: guard and dance. Both classes have some amazing girls, and I love that I get to be part of their lives.
The afternoon is part three, where I critique what I wrote in the morning. If I’m inspired, I add to my word count for the day. Then, I clock-watch, waiting for part four when hubby returns!
…and that’s my day.
I’m not that interesting, but that’s okay. I prefer to save the drama for my characters.