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A Day in the Life of.....
Elizabeth Michels grew up on a Christmas tree farm in rural South Carolina. After tip-toeing her way through school with her focus on ballet steps and her nose in a book, she met a boy and followed him a thousand miles away from home to Kansas City, Missouri, before settling down in North Carolina.
She attended Park University where she graduated Magna Cum Laude with a BA in Interior Design. Elizabeth is a lover of happily-ever-afters; she invites you to read her stories, get lost, and enjoy.
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A Day in the Life of… Elizabeth Michels
At 5:30 am every morning I climb from my bed in a haze of sleepiness and begin the arduous daily beautification process…okay, that was a lie. I hit the snooze button until at least 5:50 before scrambling through my morning activities in attempt to make up for the 20 minutes I lost to those few precious minutes of extra sleep. By 6:45 I’m making lunch for my little monkey who is in kindergarten this year—I take lunch making really seriously. My husband teases that I’m an OCD lunch packer, but recently I got a compliment on his lunches from his teacher, so I’m feeling pretty vindicated on the subject at the moment.
Isn’t it cute? Notice the colorful reusable cupcake containers that keep things organized. Oooh. Aaaah.
At 7:00 I wake the little monkey and attempt to pry him from his bed. He grumbles, but I always win. By 7:15 the monkey is downstairs and his breakfast is served. The next 15 minutes are spent sipping coffee while repeating the phrase, “Eat your breakfast,” in different arrangements. Oh! Wow, I do see that. Eat your breakfast….Really? Okay. Make sure you’re eating your breakfast…I know, isn’t that crazy? Don’t forget to eat your breakfast!
At 7:30 my husband leaves to take the little monkey to kindergarten and I refill my coffee. I check my emails, Facebook, and chat on Twitter while I munch on my peanut butter cookie Larabar and attempt to wake up. About this time my husband returns home since he works from our house when he’s not traveling. We catch up and coordinate our schedules for 5 minutes before I disappear into my office in the basement.
It’s anywhere from 8:30 to 9:00 when I close the door to my office, turn on my light classical Pandora station and open my laptop. It’s writing time! So, logically, I walk away from my desk, go to the middle of the room and sit down in the floor. Okay, it’s almost writing time, but first I like to stretch, do a few yoga moves, calm down and say a prayer. Then, it’s writing time!
This is where I write. Everyone makes fun of my faux fur office chair, but I love it!
I write until my characters start to talk about food and then I know I need to take a lunch break. Back upstairs I go to have lunch with my husband and sometimes my in-laws as well. They also work from our house, so my kitchen becomes the office break room most days. We laugh and chat—it’s great! But, I need to get back to work. So, I slip back to my office and flop down in my furry chair. [Cue montage music and show lots of words being written on the next book.]
At 2:30 the alarm goes off on my phone and I grab my keys and my purse to go pick up the little monkey from school. The next 30 minutes of my life looks like this…
I check my email, update Facebook and retweet things most days. Some days I get lucky and my car is close enough in the car rider line to my writer friend, Jenna Patrick’s, car so that I can jump out and climb into her minivan. On those days we gab about our plots and characters for 20 minutes, but today—I retweet things and hope the lady in the car beside me can’t hear me singing along to the radio.
By 3:00 I have my little monkey in the backseat and we’re discussing what color he got today—it’s a big deal. *nods* Then, I convince him to run errands with me. When we finally arrive home, it’s homework time, dinner time, family time and then bed time…but not for me.
At 8:30 I go back to work, writing blog posts, answering emails, updating my website and doing all of the business parts of writing with my computer in my lap as I lounge on the sofa. *happy sighs* I love my job! But, by midnight, all the fictional magic I possessed in my fingertips earlier in the day is stripped away along with my eye makeup. I collapse in my bed, already anticipating doing it all over again.
What’s your favorite part of your day?
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Her Cinderella Moment…
Sue Green just wanted one night to be the pretty one. But a few glasses of champagne and one wild disguise later, she's in some serious trouble. Who knew the devastatingly handsome face of Lord Holden Ellis would get in the way of her foot? And how exactly did all that high-kick dancing start in the first place? At least she blamed it on her new persona—Suzanna—so Society's most eligible bachelor will never find out the truth.
All Holden wants is the truth. Who was that vixen who seduced him so thoroughly, then disappeared? The only one who seems to have any answers about Suzanna is Miss Sue Green. She's promised to help him find his mystery woman, but she's not being all that helpful. And the more time Holden spends with Sue—witty, pretty, and disarmingly honest—the more he realizes he may have found exactly what he's been looking for all along...