I've screwed around all day and don't feel I've accomplished anything, and I"m ok with that. It means I have a lot to do another day, but it was nice. Now I have no choice but to get to editing since I still have to do five chapters to get done on time...
I want to make a profound entry today, but I'm not feeling profound. I'm feeling tired and weighed down and a little anxious. Probably because I have to work tomorrow since I agreed to finish out my schedule... I have to work three more days, including five hours tomorrow and two 8 hour Saturdays in a row... *blech* But I wanted to blog so I opted for blogging about nothing. And so from my desire to not accomplish anything, I give you a day in the life of Elizabeth Sharp:
9:00 am Though I've been awake for a little while I am only now stumbling out of bed. I collapse, bleary eyed into my computer chair and check all my emails (I have six) and Facebook to see what immediately needs my attention. I deal with those (these tend to be typos in something I've made, a minor tweak in an image, something that needs added or removed from the website, etc...)
10:00 am Due to my issues I have to set a schedule. This is when I am supposed to eat breakfast, take a shower, get dressed, all the taking care of myself things that should be automatic. Normally however, this time placer breezes by without me noticing as I chat on Facebook, look through stock art, check my Twitter, Goodreads, Deviant Art, and generally just surf the web.
10:30 am Realizing I am already behind schedule, I decide I can skip the shower for now and continue working on the computer. I will take time to do all that hygiene stuff this afternoon. Instead I open MS and start writing, Adobe and start manipulating and continue chatting on Facebook and checking my sites. This is not an or thing, I'm doing all of them at once.
11:50 I realize I have been so engrossed in my tasks I haven't eaten yet. However it is too late in the day now, so I will just wait for lunch.
Noonish My husband arrives home for lunch, wrenching me forcefully from the writing i have only just managed to fully submerge myself in. He fixes his lunch and proceeds to repeatedly speak to me despite the fact that I am obviously trying to write. I give up on trying to write with him there and switch to art or Facebook.
1:00pm I realize that though my husband has been gone for over half an hour, I still haven't returned to my art. I also realize about this time I never took anything out for dinner and there's no time to defrost naturally. Oh, ewll, I'll defrost something in the microwave later. Back to writing/arting/facebooking.
3:00 pm: I suddenly have a panic attack thinking it's late and I need get dinner started. I go rifle int he freezer for something that sounds tasty and dig it out. Nothing does but I select something anyway. I then realize that it is too early to start dinner, so I leave the meat sitting to thaw a little before i defrost it. I return to "work"
4:30 pm I realize my husband will be home in hte next hour expecting dinner which I now don't feel like cooking at all. I decide to continue working and pretend I lost track of time. Maybe I can throw those fish sticks in the oven.
5:30 Hubby arrives home, tired and a little cranky cause things are kind of stressful for him at work right now. When he realizes there is nothing cooking he comes into the office where I am typing furiously on my latest chapter, hoping he doesn't notice by the low word count that I spent more time screwing around online than working. I tell him I got lost in my work and lost track of time, and he nods. By now it is an excuse he is used to and honestly valid a lot of the time, just not at dinner time. I may or may not have eaten yet (it's an ongoing issue. I'm working on it) so I could be starving and want food now, no time to cook. We spend time batting around places to go while I pretend to look in the freezer and fridge and cabinets like I'm trying to find an alternative. I deliberately don't see the Hamburger Helper, the fish sticks and the meal in a box that can be ready in half an hour as we decide where to go tonight.
Sixish We arrive home and I plop back in my computer chair where I realize my day slipped by without me actually accomplishing anything so I loose myself in my work, trying to make up for a day spent slacking.
Ninish: Hubby gets bored playing WoW and expects me to entertain him. Depends on my mood and level of productivity whether or not he gets his wish.
10:30 If I watched something with hubby or not, by this point I am back in my chair trying to work. I hear him come into the office and hear the tell-tale signs of him getting in his computer chair, but i know he is not here to play on his computer. Eventually I look over and see him peeking at me over the back of his chair, only his glasses and hair visible over the top. I attempt to ignore him but he makes a nuisance out of himself so eventually i stop to see what ridiculous outfit he has chosen for tonight's "seduction". He has used a sock, "tighty-whities" I bought him that are The Flash, a faux-lather thong some friends bought him as a joke, his Budweiser boxers with a certain part hanging out the open flap... You get the picture... I either look back at my computer and tell him a reason I can't "I already made Liz wait so we could watch true blood" "MD is having a crises and needs me" "If I don't get this written I"m going to forget. Go on in and if you're still awake when I'm done I'll be in" (The last one is my favorite because he never is awake.) If I do give in, it won't take too long until I'm back. Fast doesn't mean a lack of efficiency either. (Now that you know more about my husband than you ever wanted to, read on anyway)
11:00 pm Whether I yielded to "Flash Flea Gordon" as my friends call him or not, I realize the day is almost gone. Suddenly I am charged with energy and ideas and I type furiously or manipulate the crap out of some art.
12:00am I get to a point and realize I need an opinion, and everyone else has gone to bed. Maybe I should to. I go to start closing all the windows I have open, but decide to a few last things in each as I close them.
1:00 am I finally get everything closed and make it to bed, where i pick up my Kindle to read my latest book.
3:00 am I wake up, praying the drool on my Kindle won't ruin it. I check to make sure I didn't turn any pages in my sleep and realize that I only read two paragraphs. Oh, well, there's always tomorrow....