The Encumbered Author – Day One
Woke up at 5.30am to an unhappy, hungry baby. Scramble to appease the tiny God living in my house only to be pooped on. That’s ok, because after her feeding, I have a good hour to sit in front of my laptop and squeeze a few words out. I’m hovering over 14,000 words to complete my latest book Hawk’s Ascension. It’s been slow. The whole giving birth, caring for a tiny baby has completely taken over my life.
6.30am husband wakes up and tells me he’s tired…I’m wondering where he was when I got up twice to feed the baby. I ignore him over porridge as the baby wakes up and demands to be included at the table, even though she can neither sit or eat solid food.
10.30 Blissful silence. Baby has gone to sleep, laundry is making a nice chugging noise in the background and I can sit in front of the laptop and get some more work done. Nope, my inbox shows a number of emails requiring my undivided attention. Yes, I’m still alive. No, Sheik Aladdin I will not give you my banking details even though you’re offering me 2 million dollars. The lamp and genie business must be good these days.
11.00 Words are flowing. Ideas are piling up and the damn doorbell in ringing. ‘Hello, Ma’am. I am here to install your new air con units. Your landlord should have told you we were coming.’ Queue the baby screaming in the background. Move furniture. Wrap keepsakes in plastic, phone hubby. ‘Sorry I got the email, I forgot to mention the workers were coming.’
14.00 Hiding out in my room, trying to soothe, tired/hungry/ frankly pissed off baby while men drill holes in my ceiling. Perhaps I should take her for a walk. Nope, there’s a class five rainstorm happening outside that only Singapore can create.
15.00 Sleeping baby. Fold laundry, clean kitchen. Wonder what the heck I’m going to make for dinner. Maybe I can heat up the fuzzy stuff in the back of the fridge. Oh, wait. That’s not supposed to be fuzzy.
17.00 Bath time, fun time for the baby. Except she’s really angry because she realises this is a precursor to bedtime. Workers leave plastic and tools all over my house, but at least it’s quiet.
19.00 Sit down and watch the latest episode of Vikings. It looks like Ragnar Lothbrook has the same problems as me. Well, not quite the same. I don’t have a brother, and if I did the biggest betrayal might involve an empty peanut butter jar. He is defeated by a triumphant Rollo, who not only proves he is a warrior but gets the girl too. Ragnar limps home and apparently fades away into obscurity.
20.00 Sit down to try and finish my word count for the day, but I’m too exhausted, knowing the baby’s next feed is in a couple of hours. Fall asleep at my desk. I’ll just have to add those words onto the word count for tomorrow.
6.30am husband wakes up and tells me he’s tired…I’m wondering where he was when I got up twice to feed the baby. I ignore him over porridge as the baby wakes up and demands to be included at the table, even though she can neither sit or eat solid food.
10.30 Blissful silence. Baby has gone to sleep, laundry is making a nice chugging noise in the background and I can sit in front of the laptop and get some more work done. Nope, my inbox shows a number of emails requiring my undivided attention. Yes, I’m still alive. No, Sheik Aladdin I will not give you my banking details even though you’re offering me 2 million dollars. The lamp and genie business must be good these days.
11.00 Words are flowing. Ideas are piling up and the damn doorbell in ringing. ‘Hello, Ma’am. I am here to install your new air con units. Your landlord should have told you we were coming.’ Queue the baby screaming in the background. Move furniture. Wrap keepsakes in plastic, phone hubby. ‘Sorry I got the email, I forgot to mention the workers were coming.’
14.00 Hiding out in my room, trying to soothe, tired/hungry/ frankly pissed off baby while men drill holes in my ceiling. Perhaps I should take her for a walk. Nope, there’s a class five rainstorm happening outside that only Singapore can create.
15.00 Sleeping baby. Fold laundry, clean kitchen. Wonder what the heck I’m going to make for dinner. Maybe I can heat up the fuzzy stuff in the back of the fridge. Oh, wait. That’s not supposed to be fuzzy.
17.00 Bath time, fun time for the baby. Except she’s really angry because she realises this is a precursor to bedtime. Workers leave plastic and tools all over my house, but at least it’s quiet.
19.00 Sit down and watch the latest episode of Vikings. It looks like Ragnar Lothbrook has the same problems as me. Well, not quite the same. I don’t have a brother, and if I did the biggest betrayal might involve an empty peanut butter jar. He is defeated by a triumphant Rollo, who not only proves he is a warrior but gets the girl too. Ragnar limps home and apparently fades away into obscurity.
20.00 Sit down to try and finish my word count for the day, but I’m too exhausted, knowing the baby’s next feed is in a couple of hours. Fall asleep at my desk. I’ll just have to add those words onto the word count for tomorrow.
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