The Writing Process

In 50 easy steps:

1. Make cup of coffee
2. Leisurely drink cup of coffee
3. Consider second cup of coffee
4. Feed the cats
5. Feed the bird
6. Decide what might be good for breakfast
7. Drink a glass of water - I was thirsty!
8. Full of liquid, check email and wait for sloshing to subside
9. Respond to emails and look at Flickr Explore photos
10. Remember client deadline looms only hours ahead
11. Decide on toast for breakfast
12. Toast bread
13. Slather toast with almond butter
14. Make another cup of coffee
15. Eat breakfast
16. Is the mail here yet?
17. Where's that letter about the thing?
18. The fridge seems too cold
19. Probably should grab a shower
20. We need some stuff at Target
21. Make shopping list
22. Is that the phone ringing?
23. Probably should write something soon
24. Check email
25. Is it my Scrabulous turn yet?
26. Check Scrabulous games
27. Figure out where to put that damn G
28. Open MS Word
29. Check email
30. Write a blog post
31. Am I hungry again?
32. Scrounge cabinets for a snack
33. Decide no good snacks around
34. Make shopping list for Trader Joe's
35. Put on socks - it's chilly
36. Offload morning's liquids
37. Check eyebrows for strays
38. Pluck eyebrows
39. Consider doing laundry
40. Sort laundry
41. Take laundry down to the washer
42. There are too many dishes in the sink
43. Unload dishwasher
44. Load dishwasher and clean the kitchen
45. Check email
46. Write a title for client's project
47. Try to remember what I'm supposed to be writing about
48. Review materials sent weeks ago
49. Make and slam fourth cup of coffee
50. Start writing

Write Whatcha Know...

Whoever said that wasn't kidding. Man, yesterday was a shit day for writing, and I wasn't doing so well with my camera, either.

But back to the words... I had some uncomfortable blockage in my brainial colon while trying to rewrite an article for a client on a topic I don't know much about and for which there's limited information to work from. Here's a shot of me working on it:


I struggled with the article, then I struggled with my camera to practice what I learned last week in Chicago. It was not a good day, and I wasn't even fighting a headache or other ailment - my brain just wouldn't function.

So, I had some cookies, watched some TV and went to bed early. Oh, and at one point in the afternoon I yelled (politely) at Crazy Neighbor Bob to turn down his stupid truck stereo he was blasting while sweeping leaves off his front porch - and it wasn't anything good he was playing.

Who does that? Who plays his car stereo so loudly it's louder than a radio playing inside your own house? What a jerk. No, Bob, only you enjoy quasi-country-pop tunes played loud enough to be heard in Fresno - the rest of us would like to make our own listening choices.

But I'm happy to say today was much better. I re-shot the photos and I think I'm back on track, I *think* I successfully reworked the article, and I have not yelled at any neighbors, but it's still early.