Routines

The morning has been dedicated to work on the Trina book. I took the dogs for a walk, ate breakfast, showered and was at my desk at 9 AM. My goal was to write for three hours, uninterrupted. That mostly meant I could not answer my phone (I did pretty well with this save for when my dad called but he did just get out of surgery so I wanted to see if he was doing ok).

I peacefully worked in the quiet, flipping through old research to follow up on quotes I may not have cited in the original writing, smiling as I read over friendships, voices, random bits of information that play no important role in the book itself but fascinate me none-the-less. Then 10:30 hit. My stomach was hungry. I was getting stiff. (Sometimes I still forget I can't do one posture for much more than an hour and a half). So I wake the pups, we do a quick walk to let them go pee, then back inside, quick can of soup... then I figured I can't just go back to the same body posture, so on with some Beyonce, do some dancing, then back to the "drawing board" for me.

I could do this life full time.