Saturday, July 16th, 2011 • 1 Comment
Yesterday’s Oh Get A Grip! column was about the day in the life of a writer—namely me:
It’s Thursday night, a little after 10 PM. I’ve known about this topic for a couple of weeks, known that this week I would be writing about the day in the life of a writer. That’s me, the writer. Here I am, writing my piece about the day in the life of a writer. Hi. I hope you didn’t get your hopes up. I hope you’re not expecting much. I’m sure to disappoint.
I’m not sure which day I’m supposed to be writing about—today? Any day this week? Any day in my writing life? I’d intended to write about my best writing day this week, or maybe to kind of combine them into a typical writing day. I had a few days to work with, Sunday through Thursday. Of course, Sunday is usually a day with the family and I don’t usually have the babysitter on Wednesday (though I did this week, for 3 hours). But still, that left me Monday, Tuesday, Thursday. Three respectable work days chockfull of writing potential.
Want to know how much I wrote this week?
If you want to find out the (possibly surprising) answer to that question, you can read the rest of my column here: Warning: This Won’t Inspire You