Me: My day begins as any writer’s day begins: I wake up.
Ishmael: Drop everything you are doing, people. This is going to be good. …And for those of your who didn’t catch on: that was sarcasm.
Me: …And then I immediately have to deal with delightful characters like Ishmael.
Ishmael: That was also sarcasm.
Me: Aside from voices like his, I fortunately have four cats who are the cutest little buttons in the whole wide world!
Me: …Are you going to do this the entire time?
Ishmael: If the mood strikes.
Me: …Anyways. Four adorable cats. I have to feed them when I get up or they’ll follow me around as a little clowder and beat each other up. They’ll also pull my hair.
Me: But as soon as their little bellies are full—despite their insistence that they are not—I can get to work. Well, after I make certain that a chair with a box is ready beside my own chair so that the youngest of the four can sit beside me and sleep.
Jikun: Or so the rest of us don’t have to sit on the floor.
Sairel: I don’t think you’ve ever been in the room when she’s working… Zauviir always gets the chair.
Zauviir: Obviously. I’m the best.
Me: On any given day, I have to crank up the white noise video on youtube to drown out external… and internal—
Darcarus: …she’s talking about us now, isn’t she…?
Me: —distractions. I sometimes enjoy listening to soundtracks like Batman or Baldur’s Gate, or works by Thomas Bergersen, but generally, it’s the white noise of an 11-hour looped fan bit.
Ishmael: Incredibly stimulating. …That was—
Me: Sarcasm again. Yeah yeah, I get it. Then I dive into writing. Or editing. Lately, it’s been editing for the Steps of Power second novel, Heroes or Thieves. I currently strive to edit about 25,000 words a day. Which may seem like a lot, but in the scope of a 180k+ novel that I need to edit at least 12 more times before its release on February 1st, 2016, it never seems like enough. (That’s 60 pages in 6”x9” book form, btw). I try to finish up in the late evening so that I can spend some time with my husband—
Darcarus: We all know what that means.
Me: …And then I jump back to work for a little while more before I play an hour or so of League of Legends with friends and family. Writer first. Gamer second.
Evrae: Bad gamer, as it is.
Me: No one asked you. And THEN, I finish off the day as any good fantasy writer should do: I enjoy third dinner at 2am. Third dinner… You don’t do that? Imagine buttered, crispy grilled cheese on sourdough bread with a side of almond, salted, and peppered asparagus and a sweet apple with fresh, natural peanut butter… How much do I weigh, you ask?
Gidius: Don’t worry, one day it’ll all catch up with her and the world will have justice.