February 23, 2008 § Leave a comment
I did NOT plan to be up at the crack of dawn. But sometimes, having dogs is like living on a farm. They need certain things on certain schedules whether it’s a dark winter morning or a sunny irrepressible summer a.m.
I knew HM wasn’t going to rise; his snoring became louder as the dogs began whining.
I like to get up as long as it’s not in a panic about what day of the week it is. Ah, no, getting up when you do not have to: that’s the true luxury.
And then I found myself at the PC working on a press release. Ah, the cogs and wheels of capitalism. Hippy and I continue to work on someone else’s self publish novel. Seems a contradiciton, doesn’t it? He’s self-publishing. We’re the “ghost writers.”
There’s a certain sharpness a writer has at this early hour. Things are clear. The light is right. The eyes and brain are fresh from sleep. And oh, how this little PR piece needed work. There is in fact no such thing as “just a little PR piece.” These are the intros to the world – they need to be spot on.
Any writer worth her salt would now work on her own stuff. Uh uh. Not me. I wrote all week, meeting two deadlines.
Back to bed with a book. A published one. A real published one.