My process: A day in the life of a writerOctober 22, 2017
My girlfriends often ask, “How do you manage to find the time to write and have a vibrant family and social life?” They ask me because they know my non-stop lifestyle. The first thought that goes through my mind is “I don’t know.” But what I do know is: Everything I do can be turned into a story, therefore, “A day in the life of a writer” is an explainer to you my dear readers, it’s a blend of everything I do, hear and see that I can be turn into a story. This is my writing process.
I know many of you would answer your girlfriends’ question of how you fit something into your life the same way, “I don’t know.” Because you are busy bees, too. I think the only thing that might set our busyness apart is writing takes me an inordinate amount of time. And with the razzle dazzle of my lifestyle, that does take a lot of self-discipline.
My writing process
My day, like yours, is filled with conversations, images, thoughts, reactions and impressions. The difference between what you do and I do: I record my thoughts. I carry a notepad to jot down my impressions; then I am able to develop themes from my notes. While I am razzling and dazzling, darlings, I am all ears and eyes for my next story. I am a female Detective Clouseau.
My little notepad’s cover has a hand painted French scene of the Eiffel Tower and a French woman carrying a bouquet of lovely flowers. To add a touch of glam the pad has tiny rhinestones scattered here, there and everywhere. The notepad, a gift from my daughter Jenny, could become a story. You see darlings a writer is keenly aware that almost everything that happens during the course of her day could find its place on a blank sheet of paper; so while I am out ‘razzling and dazzling,’ my mind is churning with emotions and thoughts that I record in my little notebook.
I always work on one story at a time until it is finished. This is part of my discipline. If I worked on more than one story at a time I would be nervous; my goal is to be joyful, contemplative and calm.
Where do I write? Everywhere! I can’t afford to wait for ideal conditions because of my lifestyle. If I waited to find ideal conditions, I would miss putting as many words as I do down on paper. I write in every room of our home, in airports, in hotels, in bed, on airplanes, in taxi cabs and all over the world.
But I must and I do have a routine. I wake around 4 a.m. Why? Because I have a thousand thoughts in my head. I think and I write for three hours. After the lights go off each night I reply to all the comments you leave on Honeygood.com and my Facebook. It is peaceful and I love this part of my profession.
What do I need when I write, aside from my computer? My Roget’s Thesaurus, my dictionary, a clear head, mental discipline and a great desire to actually write!
I am in the process of writing my first book. I have almost finished the first draft. Writing a book is far different than writing weekly content for the blog. I think writing weekly content is harder because you have to develop different themes. It is hard, darlings. The hardest part for me is the theme, not the story. That is why I record everything in my little notebook. A scene, several emotions, the interactions between people, the visuals, etc..
This is how a story is conceived
Yesterday I experienced a range of emotions. I felt sad, overwhelmed, fierce, enlightened and surprised; I felt boundless love and experienced melancholy and sadness. I felt powerful, joyful and happy and above all, grateful. All my emotions were due to conversations and observations. Great for writing.
My morning started at 4 a.m. I wrote for three hours. I felt fierce and accomplished. I had breakfast with my ultimate concierge and then had a conference call with my staff. I then raced joyfully to meet a dear friend for lunch. On the way, a Monk stopped me to talk! After our conversation I felt enlightened, powerful and grateful. He gifted me with a few bracelets; I decided to give one to my girlfriend for good luck and the other to my husband. I couldn’t wait to tell my girlfriend of the unexpected and extraordinary happening…or I wondered as I hurried on, “is any happening unexpected?” Maybe a story?
After a wonderful lunch and shared personal conversation with my girlfriend, I phoned my ultimate concierge. “Where are you?” He told me he was in the park with Orchid, his cigar, his book and two women! I felt happy. I told him I was headed his way after I stopped at Claire’s to have my ear pierced, again. That in itself was a real experience. Another story? As I approached the park, across the street from my home, and I saw my husband and Orchid and felt boundless love. I took a snapshot of the scene to store in my head forever. A definite story. Looking at Orchid in her red wagon, her tail wagging a mile a minute when she heard my voice and watched me approach brought tears to my eyes. I bent down to kiss her and pet her, looked into her eyes and felt sad, that my darling Orchid could no longer jump out of her red wagon and run to me as she had in the past. A feeling of grief and melancholy possessed me because I could tell from the look in her eyes she was preparing me for the inevitable. The women had stopped to talk to my husband about Orchid. We were all dog lovers and friends and I was grateful for the conversation. Another story?
The day preceded into an evening; a new restaurant, Steak 48 with close friends with more conversation and observation. More stories stored in my mind to be jotted down in my charming French designed notepad.
That is one day in the life of this writer. There are over 300+ days in a year to fill blank pages with content. I love what I do. I feel fierce about my profession; I feel powerful with my ability to share thoughts and I am overly grateful to have you in my sisterhood.