For ten blissful weeks I’ve pretended to be a full time writer. And now it’s back to the real world of waking up at five in the morning to go to the day job. I know that I’m blessed to have a good job and I love doing speech therapy with all my little people, but waking up that early is not my favorite thing. Coffee truly is the Elixir of Life. Especially at five in the freaking morning.

And the real problem with going back to the day job is a severe lack of shitzus. I spend most of the summer at home, happily typing surrounded by my furry beasts. Pete the shitzu is like prozac in furry form. The idea of being separated from him all day actually causes me anxiety. If only I could figure out a way to sneak him into work, but he barks at every new noise, so that really isn’t an option.

I did accomplish a ton of writing stuff this summer. I’m closing in on the end of the rough draft of Fanning the Flames and I hope to have it completed in a few weeks.  It’s due to my editor in October, so that should leave me plenty of time to revise.

The Boyfriend Bet comes out August 22nd so I’m super excited about that. Now I need to figure out a schedule to keep up the desired word count while finding time to exercise. One side effect of sitting to type all day is an annoying tightening of clothes. I’m sure it’s the clothes that shrank, not that I’ve grown larger. (Please don’t distort my reality with any unwanted facts about sedentary lifestyles causing weight gain.) I’m hoping that going back to the day job and returning to a morning workout schedule will help my clothing issues.

Overall, this was a great summer. And I know that roughly nine months from now I’ll once again be able to pretend I’m a full time writer. Until then I will try to budget my time before and after work to be as productive as possible.