It’s early in the morning here. Hubby has pedaled down the street for his early shift at work and I sit curled up on one end of the couch; the dog on the other end.
I get up two hours before I have to get ready for work so that I can write. And check Twitter. Not always in that order. Since its still winter here, the only light comes from the kitchen where the coffee pot waits to be turned on to provide me with a cup of heavenly decaf to take with me to the office.
The kids are still sleeping and the peace that comes with 5am is great for working on a novel, a blog post, a book review, or reading the book that needs to be reviewed…And for checking Twitter. The only sounds are the dog snoring, the heat coming on and the sound of my daughter’s fish tank filter humming in the background. And my cell phone when I get Twitter notifications.
Until around 6am. Then the alarms start to go off upstairs. They (the young people who live here) all wake up to different sounds. A sharp buzzing for the youngest son; the noise jolting me out of whatever sentence I’m writing causing the pen to veer off the page. The other son hits the snooze button to an annoying harp sound that, like Pavlov’s dogs, makes me want to drool and fall into a state of semi-consciousness while increasing my appetite until the boy hits that blasted snooze button.
Then there is my daughter’s alarm. It’s some hip teen music that gets me sitting up straight, tossing aside Twitter and ready to pound out 1,000 words. Until I realize her alarm doesn’t go off until about 7:20am which means I have to race through jotting down a final word, sending up a silent prayer that I won’t forget the thought/emotion I was just getting into the groove of and start getting ready for work lest I be late.
During this entire episode (that I repeat every weekday morning), I’m fighting back yawns and stretches and the desire to curl up under the throw blanket and go back to sleep. But that’s the life of a writer…well, this one anyway. Because I have a day job and a house full of teenagers. It’s the invisible world of the yet-to-be published author whose busy plugging away at the writing life one tweet –I mean one word at a time.
What about you? What’s your silent routine that pounds out the letters and words and sentences and paragraphs that turn into pages and books? Whatever your routine is, don’t give up. Stay the course, keep putting pen to page, dragging the chair up to the computer and powering up the laptop. Your words, your story/stories need to be told. And let’s face it…Twitter needs to be checked.