Alarm goes off at 7:30, I hobble out of bed dragging most of the sheets with me. Jump into the shower. Shave. Shampoo. Soap. Maybe piss. Out. Get dressed. Slap some pb on one slice, j on another. Bag it. Wallet, car keys, smokes, phone, a buck in quarters and I’m out the door by 8:15.
When I get to work at 9, I write. Immediately. It wasn’t what I was hired to do – but then again, I’m not really sure what I was hired to do. I strap in and fwap away at keys until 12:30. Buy a bag of chips with the quarters. Munch munch munch, then nap in my car for 40 minutes. Back to writing.
It’s promotional copy-the whole lot of it. Sometimes it’s decent at best. Other times it was better left unsaid. It doesn’t matter, I’m told, it’s all about the SEO. 3:30 rolls around and I think “if this were 7:30, I’d just be getting out of bed right now. All I have to do is get ready and drive here – then it’ll be time to leave.” Sure enough, it is. 5 PM and I’m out the door, down stairs, into my car. Shuffle through my bag to make sure I have earplugs; good.
Get to Starbucks around 5:40. They know my order, I pay refill price first go-around. Take a seat, plug in, turn on, and I write. Immediately. It’s what I love to do – but just not in this way. I move the chair close and swat at keys until 8 PM. It’s technical writing, sometimes promotional copy. Sometimes it’s good at best. I take some calls. Prepare for books on the way. All I ate today was pb&j. All I wrote today was garbled nothing. So hungry.
I keep stories in my head these days. This is where they start and end. I don’t have time to get them out. God, oh man, I wish I did. I daydream about characters, about sentences. I edit things I’ve never written, just committed to memory. I won’t forget, I can’t. Someday I’ll get to write what I want. It will be glorious. I won’t eat pb&j that day. But if I do, I’ll go with chunky.