Work.

Authors don’t work like other people. We grab snippets of time for our novels where we can. At least, those of us who aren’t lucky enough earn our living each day writing.

So how many moments do we need to finish our masterpieces? Do you cram it in at the end of the day? Do you get up early to manage a few quiet moments before the other inhabitants wake?

Dedication means working in the stolen moments – but when is the downtime?

Phone Calls

Ever get a phone call from someone you don’t know? I returned a call from a number I didn’t recognize. I only did it because the caller left a message and I realized that my voicemail no longer identifies me as the recipient, just my number. I probably ought to switch that, but I’ve been occupied with other things.

I got another call today from a former through-work acquaintance. I’ve been ‘retired’ for 14 months now, and he no longer works for the same company, either. He thought he could get new contacts, but I don’t think anybody told him I retired from engineering entirely.

I don’t miss it most days. Then again, sometimes the little girl has a bad day… Those are the days I miss going to a job. No, not much even then. Adults are sometimes more difficult to handle. At least my daughter’s probably only interested in being held, fed, or changed. And her smiles make everything great.