Linda Seed, author: My Creative Process (or, A Day in My Life)

My Creative Process (or, A Day in My Life)

At my last book signing event, the readers I met expressed an interest in learning more about my process: how I do what I do, and what a day in my life looks like.

I’d like to tell you that I have a picturesque writer’s garret filled with gorgeously decaying antiques, the walls covered in inspirational bits of poetry and snapshots from my childhood, the end tables laden with creativity-inspiring odds and ends—maybe a Buddhist singing bowl and some aromatherapy candles.

In fact, it’s not like that. Much. In fact, my daily life goes something like this:

Where the magic happens!
5 a.m.: The alarm goes off. I set it this early so I’ll have time to write before I have to help the kids get ready for school.

5:01 a.m.: Turn off the alarm and go back to sleep.

6:20 a.m.: Get up. I can’t push it any longer than this, because then I won’t have time for my all-important coffee before I have to wake the kids up.

6:20 a.m. to 7 a.m.: Sit around on the sofa drinking coffee, looking at Facebook and trying to come to full consciousness.

7 a.m. to 9 a.m.: Rouse kids from bed, make breakfast, make lunches, clean up the kitchen from the breakfast- and lunch-making, drive kids to school.

9 a.m.: Shower. Clean up the rest of the house. Realize that I haven’t done laundry in days, and the pile of dirty clothes is getting alarmingly big. Sort clothes, throw some laundry in the washing machine.

10 a.m.: Ah, now I can write! Oh, wait. No, I can’t, because I have a freelance editing job that’s on deadline. I work on that instead.

12 p.m.: Lunch. I’m on Weight Watchers, so I make myself a salad instead of grabbing a burger.

12:30 p.m.: Scowl because I just had a salad instead of a burger. Life is so unfair.

1 p.m.: Start to write, then realize I don’t know what we’re going to have for dinner that night. If I don’t go to the grocery store now, there’s no way I’ll be able to do it once the kids get home.

1:15 p.m. to 2 p.m.: Grocery shopping.

2 p.m. to 2:30 p.m.: Write.

2:30: Pick up youngest kid from school.

2:45 p.m.: Write one or two more paragraphs.

3 p.m.: Pick up middle kid from school.

3:30 p.m.: Start writing. Get two or three paragraphs down before husband comes home and wants to tell me how his day was.

4 p.m.: Write another page, maybe. Then it’s time to start making dinner, because everyone in my family likes to eat early. Plus, wine o’clock!

5 p.m.: Dinner.

5:30 p.m.: Think about how I should be writing, but I don’t, because by this point, my mental energy is pretty much exhausted and all I want to do is sit with my iPad and watch Grey's Anatomy reruns.

Whole rest of the evening: Cleaning up the house, feeding pets, fielding requests from the children for snacks/art projects/outings to Target.

9 a.m.: Exhausted. Ready to go to sleep, wondering how other adults manage to keep it together long enough to stay awake until 10.

Somehow, I’ve managed to get two books written this way, with another one almost finished. Thinking about it now, it seems incredible that anything ever got done.