A Writer's Life For Me

I am one week and one day into writing full time and playing pretend at somewhat living the writer’s lifestyle I have always wanted. Obviously, we are going through a pandemic and I am still technically working my usual, full time job, but being at home means I can pretend I am a real writer, and I am loving that aspect of it.

As I revealed in my previous blogs, I have created my “at-home” writing space. I have kept it nice and tidy- a real productive working space- and have used it almost every day. I have bought myself a mug which suggests I’m an author, even though only my husband has read my work, but if the mug says I’m an author at least I can pretend to be as I drink my tea. I’ve even purchased a t-shirt to wear when I write that says “Eat. Sleep. Write a Book,” which is pretty much all I am doing at the moment, so really reads true.

As of today, of this moment, I have written 24,206 words in just over a week. I am proud. I am motivated. Even if my work ends up being rubbish, I’ve still accomplished something and I am really, really close to finishing it. It could happen tomorrow. Maybe even the next day. But I am really looking forward to finally being able to say “Look- I’ve done it! I’ve always wanted to write a novel and here it is!”

Of course, the editing part is going to be arduous, but that just part of the process- a writer’s life is certainly for me!