As a follow-up to my last post, I found this piece in my locker hooking file and thought I’d share with you some of the OCD silliness and insanity I went through in order to get that book written. Since I think I may be embarking on writing a memoir, it’s a good reminder of what the work can be like.
5:45 AM How did I get myself into this mess? Why am I trying to do something so unnatural for me? If God had meant for me to be a writer, he certainly would have equipped me with so much more than he has. I find myself not being able to communicate the simplest words to my family. How can I possibly write a book?
6:00 AM Shut the alarm off. It’s too late. I’ve already told everyone I’m going to do it and once you tell, it’s written in stone. I’d really like to pretend I didn’t tell and hide here on the side of my mountain and just do something else. Book? What book? But I can’t hide from me.
8:30 AM Bill has gone to work, kids to school. Now what? Clean up the kitchen, throw the laundry in the machine, water the plants. There must be something else I need to do. Call someone. Talk talk, chatter, chatter.
9:00 AM Okay, I’ll try. Find a notebook, pens. The laundry needs folding so it won’t get wrinkled sitting in the dryer all day.
10:00 AM The phone … “Yes, I’ll provide paper cups and potato chips for the classroom party next week.” Okay, here I go. Just one paragraph. Oh, look at that gorgeous red-tailed hawk. Get the Binoculars.
10:30 AM The roofer is here to repair a leak. Okay, a third paragraph. Doesn’t sound too bad. At least I know what I mean. “Yes, I’ll get you a flashlight in a minute” … I’m trying to write. Why must people do this to me? Don’t they know I’m busy? After all, how am I supposed to write this book if I’m always being interrupted.
12:30 PM The roofer is gone. The leak is a thing of the past. The mail must be here. I’ll just walk down to get it. Nothing important here, just bills and junk mail. Guess I’ll read the paper.
2:30 PM Only one hour before I have to pick up the kids. I’ll just try cleaning up this last paragraph a bit.
3:00 PM It looks pretty good so far. After I’ve made my first million I’ll hire someone to pick up the kids.
4:00 PM Kids home, doing homework. I’ll just write a bit more. Get that new idea down on paper while it’s still fresh in my mind.
5:00 PM Bill’s home. “Look what I’ve done today! I’ve written the whole first section!” He’s had a bad day. I don’t want to stop now. Everyone is hungry. Bill needs to be at a meeting at 7:30 PM.
8:00 PM Dinner’s done. Bill is gone. I’ll go up to the studio and write some more. The kids are bugging me. “Please lower the sound on the TV. No, I didn’t wash your red sweater today. I’ll get to it tomorrow. I’ve been busy writing.” They must hate me …
9:00 PM At last. It feels good to work with words.
9:15 PM Damn, the phone. “Mom, it’s for you!” Crap! “No I can’t help out at the Band Booster’s Spagetti dinner on Friday!” I’M WRITING A BOOK!!
Well, I never made a million so couldn’t hire a chauffeur to drive the kids around. But it was fun! It was hard! It was exhausting! It was rewarding! It was a great learning experience! I can’t believe I did it, even now, 19 years later! And did I say it was fun?