It's that time again. The April Poem-A-Day Challenge. I look forward to it, settle into writing mode, and then it sneaks up on me and the day slips away something like this:
8:00 - Copy poetry prompt into notebook.
8:00-8:15 - Fuss at Youngest to hurry up.
8:25 - Drop Youngest and friends off at school.
8:30 - Trip to the bank.
8:40 - McDonald's for breakfast.
8:50 - Home to eat breakfast.
9:00 - Already feeling exhausted. Check e-mail and goof around on Facebook.
9:00-whoknowshowlong - Blog hop.
12:30ish - Realize it's after noon, I hadn't even showered, and I still need to go to the store.
1:30 - Trip to the store.
2:00 - Back home again, and more goofing around.
3:00 - Panic mode. Try to focus on writing for the 20 minutes I have left 'til I head to the school again.
3:20 - Still nothing written. Slink out of the house with notebook and pen, feeling frustrated and ashamed already.
3:25 - At school. Warm sun coming through windshield, slight breeze through open window. It's a beautiful spring day! Open notebook, get distracted by birds in the grass, close notebook, lean head back on seat and doze off instead.
4:00 - Home again.
4:30 - Boredom has officially set in. Call my mother to share info on a book I found, but she isn't home so I spend too long talking to my brother.
5:30 - Time to start dinner.
6:00 - Announce to the husband and Youngest that today starts the April poem-a-day challenge. Met with silence.
6:30-8:30 - Eat. Clean kitchen. Start laundry (I need a maid). Play with iphone til I finally drag myself into the study.
9ish - In study to write. Volbeat playing in headphones.