In fact, I have absolutely no excuse for not writing, other than I don't FEEL like it. You can't force this stuff, y'know?
My days have looked something like this:
I roll out of bed around 10 a.m. The sun is usually shining, the birds are usually chirping, and I go out on the back deck to do yoga before I make my morning coffee. I then sit down to write for about an hour. After that, I shower and get down to business job hunting and networking and all of that stuff until lunch. At lunch, I eat and go for a bike ride. Then I come back and resume job hunting and networking. I call it quits around 4 p.m., when I head out to the front deck with a cup of tea/cocktail and a book. I start prepping for dinner around 5:30. Dinner comes out of the oven/off the stove around 7. It's delicious and nutritious. It's still been light outside, so after dinner I take a quick stroll around the 'hood. Then I come back home and get cuddly with Roxie. Himself is sometimes there, sometimes not. Knitting is sometimes on the agenda, sometimes not. I go to bed around midnight, tired but fulfilled.
That is mostly a lie.
I do usually roll out of bed around 10. But it is not always sunny, and I do not always do yoga on the deck. (I don't even really like yoga, but the studio where I used to take pilates classes stopped having pilates classes a while ago, and I'm desperate.) I do not write. I do, however, start my day with coffee and job hunting/networking, but it takes about an hour. Okay, I'm lying on two counts. I usually catch up with my Google Reader first because, you know, other people's lives are IMPORTANT. Then comes the job hunting/networking, which lasts about half an hour. Maybe 45 minutes. BBC World is on in the background. I do absorb some information. Sometimes. By this point I'm getting disgusted with myself and I shower and grab something to eat. Then I flip on HGTV, and all is lost. I don't really like Property Brothers, so if that's on I will do the afternoon job hunting/networking thing. It's usually shorter than the morning edition. I'm constantly checking Ravelry. Around 4 I go out on the front deck to get some fresh air. That lasts for about five minutes. The next few hours usually consist of listening to music and reading a book, sometimes cooking, but just as often heating up leftovers. I love leftovers. If himself is working, he comes home late and we'll pop out a couple of episodes of Mad Men (we've been rewatching the entire series). I usually crawl into bed around 2 a.m., and if I'm lucky I've washed my face, brushed my teeth, and flossed. If Roxie's lucky, I've cleaned her litter box. Rinse and repeat.
Things are about to change, though. For one, I'm gonna go crazy at Evergreen Brick Works tomorrow, so plant-tending will be added to the schedule. Oh, and also, I got a job offer. I'd tell you more about that, but I'm now off schedule and need to shower.
Oh, did I mention my mother-in-law is in town? She's settled into the routine quite well and has been happy as long as there are occasional bouts of shopping. Done and done.