The glamorous life of a writer
November 1, 2012
It takes a lot of work to build a brand. Today (October 25, 2012) is not an average day for me, because in an hour or so, I have to leave for Austin with Caleb Pirtle. He and I will spend some face time with our web guru and all-around great guy, Rusty Shelton at Shelton Interactive.
To get ready for the trip, I got up at 3:30 a.m. and started work.
Here are a few of the things on my list.
1. I went to Triberr.com and checked to see which of my tribe mates had posted blogs. I scrolled through the list, read some of them, commented on one, approved some others so that they would go out as part of my Tweets for the day.
2. I checked Google Analytics to see how the traffic looked on Caleb and Linda Pirtle for the last few hours (It looked good. Record numbers for October 2012).
3. I reviewed a number of the Caleb and Linda Pirtle blogs that had gone live and fed them to StumbleUpon via su.pr.
4. I read a VG blog by a new blogger and welcomed her into the fold.
5. I checked my email and forwarded one of these to Caleb because it contained a new blog from a fine author.
6. It was still only about four-thirty, so I got cleaned up and came back to my computer. Since I had a few minutes before I had to leave, I decided I would do what I always do these days when I have a minute: I wrote a blog. (you’re reading it.)
7. Next, I will feed the dogs and tend to a little household management.
8. Then I’ll drive five hours to Austin, attend the meeting with Caleb and Rusty and drive five hours back home.
9. Sometime this evening, I will sit down and write a chapter in one of the two WIPs (Works in Progress) I have underway.
Sounds like fun, doesn’t it?
Well, it is. It’s fun because I am doing things I love.
If I didn’t love it, it would be a lot of hard work.
It is still a lot of hard work.
I know a lot of writers run a similar schedule. I have the advantage of being my own boss, so I am not punching a time clock anywhere.
Anywhere except in my head.
What was that old Eagles song?
“Don’t let the sound of your own wheels drive you crazy.”
It’s too late for me.
Time to feed the dogs.
What are you doing today, my fellow writers?