Dreamer and Red Dwarves have talked about the “ideal” writer’s life.
I read their posts and had to laugh.
Sure, I’d love to wake up at my preferred time (noon-ish), schlup around the house while drinking at least two pots of coffee, then gently ease into a comfy chair and write for hours, only broken by eating and refilling the coffee pot.
HA! I say.
Instead, here I am, in the dog days of summer.
The swamp is experiencing a serious heat wave. Think surface of the sun hot.
We got our monthly quota of rain the other day. It sprinkled for a few minutes. The swamp is turning to desert, with the nice murky muck sadly drying up. Even the zombies are no longer dripping goo, but instead turning into dry husks.
Ever heard dry zombies trying to move around? Creepy.
Between the weather and wrangling my kids all day, I’m lucky to squeeze in an hour of writing at night, after the required hours of summer time tug-o-war to get them to bed 😉
It’s also hard to jump back in the saddle after the past few many months when life has interfered so much I’ve barely been writing at all.
So, what is your “perfect” writing day, or for readers, your perfect reading day, like?
