Staying home to write has, in some ways, been different than I expected.
- I find I can’t write more than 3 or 4 hours a day unless my back is totally up against a wall or I am revising. I still feel guilty about that. I mean, I was at work 8 hours a day before. But now that I think about it, it’s probably the same net amount of work I actually accomplished once you subtracted meetings, filling out “creative briefs,” tracking my time, and other worthless things.
- Still, that’s my biggest surprise – how full the day is!
- Another big surprise is figuring out that I can be writing four books at once and working on edits to two more – and have everything more or less hum along smoothly. That’s cool!
- I’m more nervous about money, because there isn’t the comfort of knowing that twice a month, I’ll be paid. I find myself hesitating more over purchases, especially as I watch the price of gasoline, food, and natural gas leap upward.
- I see things now! I walk much more than I used to, and there are so many beautiful plants that I don't ever remember seeing. I used to zoom by everything double-time, thinking one thing, doing another, and maybe even trying to squeeze in a third.
- With a newly minted teen in the house, now is a great time to be home.
- I thought I would cook much more elaborate meals, but so far it’s not happening.
So, what do you want to know?