The way I look at it sleep sucks up makes up a third of my day, on a good day. Out of my 16 hours of back breaking work sunshine, this is what I HAVE to do: (In no particular order and not with complaint just obligation. Well maybe a tiny grumble.)
- cook, feed, eat
- clean, launder and repeat (or an attempt to appear I cleaned at some point)
- care for ______ (fill in blank). Popular items at my house: neglected fish (singular, all the others died) or dying potted plants (See a theme here?)
- socialize (people already think I live under a rock)
- shower (though I enjoy the benefits, I hate the process)
- microwave my coffee, again
- tend to elderly dog (17 years running. Not literally.)
- keep family entertained and happy (Oy vey! That will wear you out. Hence my 1/3 devoted to the pillow.)
- blog, post, read blogs, comment (like the morning paper to some, it's my blog world for me.)
- read another novel (get wrapped up in the drug high from flood of [fill in blank with emotion])
- write, revise, edit my WIP (it's work it fun, work, fun, work, fun)
- find a dream agent (not query just define)
- make a list of agents whom I want to query one day
- write a short story for publication
- write my query letter
- write a synopsis for my book
- finish my writer website
- write that other idea I started one morning after a dream
- critique for my partner in crime Diana
- take a creative writing class
- join a local critique group
- oh yeah! get published