Four Lovely Hours

Today I got four hours in at the keyboard.

I don't usually count but for kicks, I checked my calendar at the end of the workday and thought, "Cool, groovy and bitchin'. Four hours ain't too shabby."

I'm a full-time writer but I have no idea how some of the authors I've heard interviewed can spend six, eight hours working.

It goes something like this for me:

Write, write, write.

Get on a roll close to lunchtime thinking, "Just thirty more minutes so I can wrap up this chapter."

After lunch, I sit down again and after an hour (and mind you this is a good long writing day for me) I'm thinking, "The floors need Swiffering. Victor Jose needs walking. The dishwasher needs loading."

So what did I do?

ALL of the above!

Because not only is writing physical it's crazily mental.

And once I'm done typing this post I'm going to hot yoga class.

Why?

Because bodies that sit at computers too long need to stretch.

And ... I refer you to the post from two days ago.

Apparently, I'm headed toward plus-size-ville.