Writer's Day
Just kidding. I don't even know what cognac is but it sounds highfalutin. Not to mention I don't own a suit jacket, with or without patches. I do, however, have some author buddies that I meet with once a month, and today was the day.
What do we really do? Here's a peek, though I've shortened their names to a single letter to protect the innocent.
"S" drapes herself over the arm of the couch. One look at her and you'd think she was either:
A. Sleeping off a binge drinking weekend
B. Coming down with ebola
C. A slackard with a permanent slouch
The answer is D, none of the above. She's mentally in another world, intent on hammering down the next exciting plot point in her story.
"J" sits at the dining room table, staring at his screen, fingers frozen on the keyboard. To all appearances he is:
A. Socially inept with real humans and instead is ogling a cyber babe
B. Clearly having a bad case of writer's block
C. Stroked out and unable to move
Again, it's D. He's editing. Mulling over each phrase, every word, deciding on just the right ones.
"H" is in the bedroom, propped up in a nest of pillows, pounding away at a keyboard all alone because:
A. Remaining in the same room with other people triggers an anxiety attack
B. Pillows are her muse
C. Just in case an EMP bomb goes off, she wants to make sure she's in a safe place
Yep. D. None of the above. She's completely engrossed in a romantic suspense, that's all.
How does a writer's day work? We meet at 10:00 a.m. and spend 10 minutes catching up on any writing news. Then we pray and split up to work until noon. We bring bag lunches, and afterwards, it's time to share critiques of each other's work. That wraps up around 2:00, when we break out and write again until 4:00.
A Writer's Day is a great way to be productive, and you don't even have to wear a stupid blazer.