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My “Glamorous” Life As a Writer
Please note: There is no 9:30am yoga practice
It has always amused me when I would see profiles in magazines of successful women and what their days look like. Granted, they get up early and end their days late but their days are interspersed with things like:
“Steep artisan chamomile tea. Mindfully consider today’s objectives while practicing in home yoga studio. Call corner deli for perfectly crafted, organic, grass fed chicken sandwich.”
Is chicken even grass fed? I don’t even know. I’m making things up now. Just stay with me. This post has spite in it. It’s like Grape-Nuts. Just keep chewing and you’ll be fine…
This is not what my day looks like. I work two jobs. I am the single mother of a snarky teenager. I have three animals. Frequently, something pees in my house where it shouldn’t. This is my life.
In case you were ever wondering, THIS is what a day in the life of a “working creative” looks like:
5:00am — Alarm goes off. Begin crying, wailing, and gnashing of teeth. Snuggle small canine animal and wonder if she’s cute enough and trainable enough to make it into commercials so that I can quit working and…
