Friday, August 12, 2011

Special Edition: A Day in the Life of... Patricia Eimer



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A Day in the Life of..

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On today's special edition of A Day in the Life of.. we have paranormal author Patricia Eimer!


About Patricia:

I'm a small town girl who was blessed with a large tree in the backyard that was a perfect spot for reading on summer days. Mixed with too much imagination it made me a bratty child but fated me to become a storyteller.

After a stint of “thinking practically” in my twenties I earned degrees in Business and Economics and worked for a software firm in southwestern Germany but my passion has always been a good book. I currently lives in Pittsburgh with my two wonderful kids and a husband that learned the gourmet art of frozen pizzas to give me more time to write.

When I'm not writing I can be found fencing and arguing with my dogs about plot points. Most days the Beagle wins but the Dalmatian is in close second. I'm in a distant third.
Her first novel, Luck of the Devil, is coming out August 2011 from Entangled Publishing.

A Day in the Life of Patricia Eimer

5 am: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze button, elbow husband for setting the alarm so frickin’ early

5:10 am: Alarm goes off again. Grumble. Get up. Man I hate the treadmill. And Zumba. And let’s not even get me started on weight training. Do it anyway. Complaining the whole time.

6 am: Attempt to sleep standing up in the shower.

6:15 am: Ignore toddler screams as I try to blow dry my hair. Yes, I know you’re up but mommy’s got a head full of wet hair that needs to be blow dried unless I want to rock a ‘fro. And no I cannot rock the ‘fro.

6:15-700 am: change toxic diaper, get toddler and oldest ready for the day and eating their breakfasts, get dressed, walk the dogs, pour some Earl Gray into a travel mug, try to find my shoes.

7:10 am: Where the Hell are those shoes?

7:15 am: Out the door and into my yellow VW Bug to battle morning traffic.

8 am: At day job where people still aren’t quite convinced that the “quiet little mathematician” wrote a something that wasn’t a textbook on statistics. Hide in my cubicle and try to look like I’m doing something difficult so people leave me alone.

11:30 am:
Snag a quick lunch and read “craft” related books. On tap right now? The 90 Day Novel and Wild Ink: Writing for the Young Adult Market

4:30 pm:
Out the door at work and back into battle with rush hour. How the heck does a city this small have this much traffic? Really? Is there some sort of game today?

5:15 pm: Home. Let the chaos begin. Drop off bag. Kiss toddler. Ask oldest if she’s ready for swim team practice. Check to make sure dinner is thawed out while oldest grabs swim bag. Request husband start water boiling and set table.

5:30 pm: Drop off oldest off at swim team practice. Home again. Chicken out of the lemon infused olive oil and onto the George Foreman grill. Pasta in to boil. Chop up salad fixings and coat in lemon vinaigrette.

6 pm:
Pasta coated in lemon olive oil and topped with basil and parmesan cheese. Chicken on platter. Table set. Oldest’s plate fixed and set aside.

6:45 pm:
Back in car to get oldest.

7 pm: Oldest home and in shower to get chlorine off. Youngest getting ready for bed. Muttering about husband and his ability to somehow not do dishes.

8 pm: Oldest fed, clean and homework checked. Send her to read. Youngest in bed. Dishes done. Computer open. Emails, Facebook, Twitter. Because today you can’t just write a story you have to interact with people as well. Man I envy Emily Dickinson and that whole “writerly solitude” thing she had going.

9 pm: Kiss oldest goodnight. Argue that she can stay up later when she’s older and no she’s not older. I don’t care if she’s a minute older. That’s not what I meant by older! Go to bed already.

9:10 pm: Back in front of keyboard, typing away.

11 pm:
Crap I’ve got to be up in 6 hours because of that stupid alarm that hubby always sets. Stupid hubby. Stupid treadmill. Definitely stupid Zumba. Stupid healthy living and increased longevity due to exercise. Aren’t they working on a pill to make this redundant. Hmm. That could be a good sci-fi novel. Might work on that a bit tomorrow.

Where to find Patricia Online:

Website
Twitter
GoodReads

4 comments:

  1. And to think I grumble when I have to wake up at 6:30. :-)
    LOL, sometimes I wonder how it all gets done.

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  2. Great post - thanks for making me chuckle! :-)

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  3. Now that's a full day. 5am is way too early for me!

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  4. As a fiction writer and a part time clinical trainer, I can empathize with being very busy. However, this is such an entertaining and humorous way to express the frustrations of the day. Thoroughly enjoyed it!

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