Some time ago I entered a competition about the day in the life of a writer. I didn't win, I may add, but I thought it would be a bit of fun to post it here. Read on and see what happens on just one day of my life.
It’s 8 am and I spring out of bed with the speed of a striking snail, ready and eager to face another exciting day as a writer. “Cough, Cough, Cough”. Okay maybe I’d better start with some aspirin, cough mixture and a cup of coffee. I’ve decided the fact I’m ill warrants a day in my dressing gown. If it was good enough for Noel Coward, it may bring me a similar measure of inspiration.
Armed with Coffee I’m sitting at my computer and open up and read my work in progress. No Hang on I’ve got an idea for the fourth book in the series. Quick, write it down, where’s that notebook? Ah now that’s settled I can get on with the current novel. Actually, before I get going maybe I should just check Facebook, Twitter, et al. As an author I can’t let them fall by the wayside. My legions of adoring fans will expect it. What do you mean I’m still writing my first novel? It’s never too early to build up a fan base. Now I’ll get it done more quickly if you leave me alone.
Right that’s me back at the computer ready to get those keys smoking. I’m feeling a bit hungry though. Crumbs look at the time. No wonder I’m hungry I’d better take a break and have some lunch. No one can write on an empty stomach. I need food to fuel my brain.
Back at the keyboard but this next bit is quite tricky. I need to get the forensic evidence just right or I’ll have Police Officers, from Dundee to Auckland, writing in and complaining when my masterpiece is published. I crack open my browser and am immediately transfixed by a news item about a shooting in my area. I’d better read that. It could be good for research.
Oh no I’ve just realised I didn’t do my bible study this morning. Sorry God, I’m on it now. Thirty minutes later, cup of coffee in hand, I’m back at the keyboard and feeling much more energised and positive. Straight into the research I go. Forensic research is so interesting, all that blood and brain flying around. It’s a bit like Leviticus really. There always seems to be things flying around in that book. Usually pig’s bladders I’ll give you that, but a striking similarity never the less.
Now that I’ve got my blood stains sorted out, my fingers are flying across the keyboard. I’m thanking my long dead mother for all those typing lesson she made me take. Not that it was thanks coming out of my mouth at the time. My English teacher joins her in the hall of those who have helped me on my journey. Thanks Mrs Ferry. Never forgotten.
So by 5 pm I’m looking at my daily word count of 3000 words, happy but exhausted. It’s hard work sitting at your desk writing all day.
By the way this was written last winter so I am not ill before everyone starts worrying about the state of my health. I'm in fine fettle today. What's happening in my day today - writing this morning and reading a great mystery this afternoon. It's a writers life. By for now Bookaholics. See you soon.