Typical Day

So, I watched the St. Louis Cardinals totally hand the Series over to the Sox (and considered swallowing the entire bottle of Tylenol PM tablets) and headed for bed. Then woke up, eh, my husband turned on the bedroom light and FORCED me awake actually, around 7:05 a.m. My kids are all old enough to take care of themselves in the morning so I can get by with a little later wake-up. Sent the kids to school around 7:48 a.m. and grabbed a Pepsi out of the refridgerator. How unhealthy am I? Sat in front of the TV and listened to FOX-News. Bummer, bummer, bummer. (Again considered the remaining portion of pills in that Tylenol bottle.)



Time to go to work.

9:00 a.m. Walk to office. (i.e. my basement which has dead or mostly dead Japanese beetles infiltrating every minute opening.)

9:01 a.m. Set down at computer.

9:02 a.m. Click on Drudge Report and find out depressing news I somehow missed on FOX-News.

9:03 a.m. Pull up working manuscript, Exquisite Hope.

9:04 a.m. Notice Japanese beetle flailing about on his, well, I suppose you'd call it his, back. Consider helping him by popping him onto his tiny beetle feet. Pop him. A bit to poppy I guess as he quits flailing and appears to be dead.

9:05 a.m. Back to my manuscript.

9:06-10:43 a.m. Gaze at manuscript and think, "I really should be writing something."

10:44 a.m. Break for lunch

10:45 a.m. Verizon PhoneGuy comes by to see why my business line isn't working. Discovers a faulty phone line--coming out of my house. Therefore, my problem. He offers to fix it for $92.00. I defer.

10:49 a.m. Put Mexican cheese dip (LUNCH) back in refridgerator and attempt to run new phone line from office jack to outside of my house.

10:58 a.m. Nearly cut off my pointer finger (and lead typing finger!) when using my ten-year olds pocket knife to unsheath the copper phone line.

11:39 a.m. Houston, we have a dial tone!!!!!

11:40 a.m. Melt Mexican cheese dip and eat about twenty-two chips. That's lunch. Watch Linda Vesper on DaySide, FOX-News, and beg God for a tv/radio talk show of my own!!

12:57 p.m. Time to get to work.

12:58 p.m. Sit down and stare at manuscript.

12:59 p.m. Type a sentence. Only 52, 910 to go.

1:00 p.m. Get mail and post high reolution promo poster to web page.

1:05 p.m. Think about starting a blog page of my own.

1:06 p.m. Talk with husband on phone and reassure him, yes, I am indeed downstairs working.

1:07-1:52 p.m. Updated bulletin board.

1:53 p.m. It's time for me to get to work.

1:54 p.m. Surf over to blogger.com and create a Masterpiece. Well, a paint-by-number perhaps.

Things I Should be Writing Instead of This . . .

Hmm . . . I have a book contract which is due by the end of December, that's #1. My mother hasn't received an actual handwritten letter since I went away to Girl Scout camp in 1976. That would be #2. A stack of bills has toppled over and fairly screams, "Pay me! Pay me!" Those checks would be #3. I listened to a complete nincompoop the other night of FOX-News and have thought about writing him an email and telling him what I thought of him and his WACKO ways. That would be Thing #4. And thus have I convinced myself to tackle my manuscript once again.

Jules: The Blonde Period