The Reality of Writing.

Writers- there’s a lot of us out there. One out of every five people is or will be a writer (made up statistic) and we all have different methods. We may have a special space or a ritual that goes along with a productive day. Hey, there’s probably an author out there that has a special pair of writing socks (not me) or underwear (maybe me). Most of us are a bit attention deficit and scatter-brained, but with such active imaginations what do you expect? With that being said, I’d like to give the non-writers of the world a glimpse into an author’s world.

As much as it’d be nice for the day to be spent furiously typing away at the keyboard of your fancy computer, laptop, or classic Smith-Corona typewriter- those are the good days. The really, really good days. The bad days are the ones where you’re ready to yell at your cursor as it mocks you with its blinking prompt. But more often than not, you’ll have average days. What I’m going to do now is walk you through what an average day is like for the average author that’s struggling to be above average for their dear readers.

You’ll wake up and look out the window, ideally it’ll be a dreary day because if the sun was shining you’d start cataloging all the outdoor activities you love and that’ll prove too distracting, so you’re grateful when gray skies greet your sticky eyes. Next, you’ll prepare your favorite caffeinated beverage and settle in behind your computer (or in my case- with my laptop upon my comforter covered lap) and stare. I usually have a notebook full of scribbles at my side to assist me and I’ll glance back and forth a few times before my imagination comes to life and the story starts to flow. Well, trickle. It’ll trickle consistently for a while after that.

Your groove will usually come to life a bit later (as long as you don’t hit a new chapter because with each new chapter comes new struggles) and its glorious. You feel engulfed by beautiful, prismatic colors as the light of inspiration burns brightly within you…

Cue needing to use the bathroom or a stomach growl. Fine, you’re a human so you need these basic things. You rise, breaking free from your trance, cutting off any and all ties you had with your muse in that moment and go on to do what is necessary. When you return with a full belly or empty bladder NOTHING IS THE SAME. Your seat isn’t as comfortable, the temperature of the room had changed, and your cat (or dog) is much more interested in your existence by now. They let you know that by climbing onto you lap or doing cute things that could rival the latest YouTube animal video.

If you do not have a cat or dog this is probably the time where you’ll randomly consider adding one to your life because why not?

Vet bills, that’s why. You’re trying to make it as a writer remember? You can’t afford that. You’ll thank a higher power for helping you remember that before you finished putting on your shoes and googling the address of a nearby shelter.

Back to your developing story.

Where were you and why did you stop mid sentence like that? You remember why Rosa was meeting Jaimie in the coffee shop, but you cannot recall why they were both staring at the latte with such intensity. Intensity? You know you can do better than that. Time to search for your thesaurus. (Give that some time because if you’re anything like me you’re a slightly disorganized writer.) Along the way you rediscover a shirt that was once your favorite, a movie you had completely forgotten about, and your iPod.

Didn’t you make a writing playlist a while back? No? Well now is as good a time as any. You scroll and add and scroll some more. It’s not until the first verse of a song plays that you continue your search.

You find your thesaurus and go to town.

Emotion? Concentration? Ardor? No. You decide to stick with intensity.

You sit back down and read the last few pages to help jog your memory of what brought you to your current scene and you are pleased with how it has turned out. Very pleased actually so you take a second to pat yourself on the back. Good job, you.

As you’re about to continue working on the scene (that finally makes sense) your phone chimes with a new message and you’ll answer whomever the sender is immediately. You’ll also check every social media site you’re enrolled in. After you’ve checked, double checked, refreshed every feed, and commented on the many things that simply required your two-cents, you return your attention to your (now cold) coffee and take a sip.

You love the mug your holding. It’s your favorite mug. Everyone should see your favorite mug. Pick up that phone again and get ready Instagram!

Pick the perfect angle and filter.

#coffee #mug #favoritemug #writersfuel #authorlife #amwriting #lifesustainingliquid #iwishiknewhowtoquityou #brokebackmountain #brokebackcoffee #brokebackbrew #thatdbeagreatbeername #hardatwork

Okay, where were you? Right. You were in the coffee shop with Rosa and Jaimie.

Your fingers finally cooperate with your brain and the words begin to flow rather effortlessly (must be good luck sent to you from your favorite mug) and you nail that coffee shop scene. NAIL. IT.

Annnnd that’s usually when you realize it’s lunch time, dinner time, or midnight. You decide to call it quits for the day, close your laptop (or put your computer to sleep) and pat it gently while telling it to get some rest. You however, will be up until the wee hours of the morning telling yourself to get some sleep and wondering whether Rosa would stare at her latte with something other than intensity.