This is one of those very writery things. If you're here looking for musings on bacon, skip back a day or so.

Here's how a typical writing day looks. I wake up, somewhere between 7 and 7:30 and head to the office a about twenty feet from my bedroom. It's a hellish commute. Often there's a jackknifed Beagle in the hallway. I turn on the computer and then head to the kitchen to grab a Diet Pepsi. By the time I'm back in the office my computer is booted up.

This is when the magic begins.

I fire up Word, FinalDraft, TweetDeck, and Chrome. I check my e-mail and accept the numerous offers of free Cialis, then post something pithy on Twitter and something 10% less pithy on Facebook. I scan a few news websites to see if the authorities have zeroed in on my Coelacanth fishing operation, and, satisfied that I'm not about to be hauled off for violating several fisheries statutes, I begin to write.

A few hours later I realize I haven't showered and give that a whirl. Then I'm back in the office chair again. I hurl a few more pithy comments to the online world and then craft more literary gold for a few hours.

Often there's a phone call or a meeting that throws this schedule all to hell. And sometimes a deadline turns an eight hour day into a sixteen hour day. And even after a normal eight hour day, I'm still thinking about writing. Doing that mental part of the work, usually until it's time to slam the brain bucket down on the pillow and rest up for a repeat performance in the a.m.