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A Day in the Life of.....
Historical romance author Theresa Romain pursued an impractical education that allowed her to read everything she could get her hands on. She then worked for universities and libraries, where she got to read even more. Eventually she started writing, too. She lives with her family in the Midwest, where she is working on her next book.
A Day in the Life Of…
Aislynn, thanks for inviting me to join you here at Stitch Read Cook! I love learning about the way my favorite authors spend their time through this “Day in the Life Of…” series.
But. I had a harder time than I expected putting my own post together, because I don’t really have a typical day. Along with being a writer, I work from home at another job. I’m also the main runner-around-er of my young daughter, known online as Little Miss R.
So this is all kind of vague. I hope you’ll forgive me! Most days are something like this:
Sometime between 2 and 4 am: Be woken up by Little Miss R’s small hand patting my face. (Always my face. Never Mr. R’s face.) Little Miss R’s favorite stuffed animal has fallen behind her bed and she can’t get it out and she can’t sleep without it. Alternatively, sometimes she has a bad dream. Or her foot hurts.
The following hour: Think of weird and bothersome things as I try to go back to sleep. Sometimes have a story idea and jot it on notepaper on my nightstand. Eventually fall back into a doze.
7:30 Wake up groggy to the sound of an alarm. Try not to hit snooze 58 more times. Look at notepaper on nightstand for motivating story idea. Night-time self seems to have written “Fmmmmd qwwnuuu.” Genius!
7:30-8:30 Get Little Miss R ready for school. Mr. R takes her to school, then goes to work.
8:30-4:00 Some combination of writing, revisions, work for my other job, website updates, promotion, email, and messing around on Twitter. Somewhere in there, I also take a shower and get dressed.
4:00-6:30 Some combination of fetching Little Miss R, running errands, taking her to an after-school class or appointment, making dinner, eventually having dinner when Mr. R gets home from work.
6:30-7:30 Mr. R helps Little Miss R with her homework while I do the dishes. Since he’s a former teacher and I’m a neat freak, we both like this division of labor best. Homework for her is mostly reading and writing practice, and it doesn’t take long. When she’s done, she usually gets to watch a little TV. I grab a book and Mr. R looks at manly things on his phone. (I have no idea. Sports? Fark.com? Something like that.)
7:30-8:30 Mr. R gets Little Miss R ready for bed and I write some more.
8:30-midnight. Some combination of laundry, browsing Netflix queues with Mr. R (but never settling on anything to watch), and reading. I usually say “I’m going to bed early tonight!” But I don’t because I get tugged into a story, then regretfully turn off my light only when the clock threatens to change from pm to am.
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After I thought over my schedule, I wondered whether my family saw it the same way. So when I was writing this post and Little Miss R ran into my office to tell me goodnight—which she always does, usually along with a made-up dance, because she has more energy than the sun—I asked her how she thought I spent my time.
LMR: You spend your day working and sometimes you play with me. And—wait a second. Sometimes you help Daddy with stuff like painting the house.
Mr. R: (from down the hallway) When did she help me paint?
LMR: I don’t know. I just wanted to make something up so it sounded like Mommy does something.
Me: (ignores implied burn in that statement) What else do I do?
LMR: Sometimes you write books and print books. One is called… (picks up author copy on my bookshelf)…Season for Sandals. Mommy made like four or five books. Maybe six. And she works more on a computer. (commence twirling and dancing) And we play together some more.
Me: Do I ever make you food or anything like that?
LMR: And Mommy gives me dessert. (more twirling) And Mommy’s nice to me and I love her. Sometimes you give me a bath but now I have a shower. And Mommy loves me a lot. Are you typing this? Type a kissy sound.
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So there you go, folks. I write about sandals and I give my kid dessert, but I don’t paint the house.
I’ll give away a copy of my newest historical romance, SEASON FOR SCANDAL (not Sandals, sorry), to one random commenter on this post. Open internationally, winner’s choice of a print, Kindle, or Nook copy. Just let me know what your favorite part of the day is! Or if you like, you can ask me a question about writing. Or dessert. Whatever you like. Thanks for stopping by!
Ends December 10th 2013.
Jane Tindall has never had money of her own or exceptional beauty. Her gifts are more subtle: a mind like an abacus, a talent for play-acting—and a daring taste for gambling. But all the daring in the world can’t help with the cards fixed against her. And when Edmund Ware, Baron Kirkpatrick, unwittingly spoils her chance to win a fortune, her reputation is ruined too.
Or so she thinks, until he suggests a surprising mode of escape: a hasty marriage. To him. On the surface, their wedding would seem to satisfy all the demands of proper society, but as the Yuletide approaches, secrets and scandals turn this proper marriage into a very improper affair.
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