….. it’s not at all as glamorous as you’d expect. No one adknowleges my supreriority or natural epicness. I am not hailed as the genius child of my generation; the physchological protigy of this era. Genius, as Calvin would say, is not recognized in its own time. Here’s my typical daily schedule.
6:30–Wake up. Turn off my alarm, put on my glasses, and stand up before I even open my eyes or make an effort to be concious (yes, this takes actual effort for me). Remind myself that someday I’ll be able to write full-time and sleep in to let my creative genius generate enough rest to function properly.
7:00– Stumble downstairs, pack my lunch, finish any remaining homework, check my blog views, and stand there staring at the fridge for a few minutes before I can figure out what I should have for breakfast. Then scarf breakfast down, do the bare minimum of chores so I don’t get grounded, grab my phone and iPod from their docking stations, and sprint half a mile to the bus stop.
8:00–Wait for bus. Wait. Wait. Hum along to Artemis Fowl and tobyMac, be unintentionally antisocial, as usual. This is about the time I remember that I’ve forgotten my lunch, ID card, phone, homework, or to check my blog. Each of these causes me equal digress.
8:20–Arrive to the heckhole, attempt to cram books in and out of my locker. Say hi to my dwindling supply of REAL life friends. Go to class.
8:25-3:35– Sleep, novel, think, dream, plan, scheme, and do a little bit of schoolwork. Mostly zone out.
4:00–Get home from school, change, and either ride my bike or have Mom drive me to the barn.
6:30–Come home from barn, hot, sweaty, satisfied, and totally procrastinating on homework. Eat dinner.
7:30-11:30– A combination of homework and NaNo…. attempt to fit everything I can into the few remaining hours of the day.
11:30- Hit the bed, or if there’s too much stuff on my bed, my closet. It’s really not uncomfordable. I put pillows and stuff down, and blankets, and there’s a reading light, so it’s actually kinda nice.
6:30– Wake up. Turn off my alarm, put on my glasses, and stand up before I even open my eyes or make an effort to be concious (yes, this takes actual effort for me). Remind myself that someday I’ll be able to write full-time and sleep in to let my creative genius generate enough rest to function properly.
……It’s a neverending cycle. Except on the weekends, I wake up later, novel and ride more, and take naps at will.
I’ve always been firmly assured in my head that one of the elective options should be Academic Rest and Reflection Time. ARRT. (A fancy way of saying naptime.) I think I would ace that class. Also, competetive chocolate-milk making and drinking. Easy A.
Or a class solely for writing. Oh, yeah, that’s called Writing or Lit Arts. Unfortunately, my brillant writing teacher (who’s actually self-PUBLISHED, an author, he’s epic for that), is still going over verbs, adjectives, subjects, and predicates with us. For the State standards.
Uh, Mr. J? I’m working on my third novel. I know what a noun is.
….Anyway. The cycle continues, it’s almost ten, I have a 100-pt Spanish test in the morning, and I’m pretty beat. Today was a busy day.
To think that, during summer, I would spend all those hours doing school and school-related things on NANO. *sighs*
Peace out, Artemis forever.