This week's "Behind The Tweet": new writing schedule and Froot Loops

This is the first of an experimental weekly series called... (drumrolls, cowbell clangs...) Behind The Tweet.

Each week I will not-so-randomly-select one of my tweets (my username is pambachorz, if you care to stop by twitter). I'll tell you a little more about it--what it was about, or what was going on, or.... well, we'll see. I'm not entirely sure. But it seems like a cool idea, no? I hope so.

So here's the tweet-of-the-week:

Alarm rings at 6:00 to go write. 6:05, Little Dude finds me. OK, maybe I'll try that again later!

So, this one is obviously about a big part of my life: finding time to write. I, like so many other kidlit authors, have another job. It's a full-time job, and on top of that I'm a parent and a spouse. That means if I want time to write, I've got to carve it--no, WRENCH it--from my day. If I don't get up and grab that time, it won't be there for me to do my writing work.

And then I get all cranky and grouchy and generally unpleasant in all parts of my life. Besides not getting to write, the only other thing that makes me that cranky is a lack of food. Seriously. If I don't eat every three hours, put on your defensive shields. I carry food with me for all business and writing trips: if you see me on one, check my bag. You'll find a stash of vitamuffins and almonds. If I've already eaten them up? Back away slowly and sling me a Fiber One bar before turning to run for your life.

So, our Little Dude's latest routine change has made for a discombobulated writerly me--but I think it's actually turning out for the better. For whatever reason, he's decided to wake at 6, which used to be the time I'd crawl out of bed and write for an hour before waking him. No more: he wants up, he wants food, and he wants to get to preschool now. (Why? I would like to know. I notice a whole gang of little boys showing up earlier lately, so obviously Something Is Afoot. Maybe I don't want to know). 

So on most mornings, Little Dude is racing into his preschool classroom at the same time I used to hit the save button and shake him awake. That means I'm at home by 7:15, staring a big chunk of time in the face. If I want to, I can write for nearly two hours before I clock into my dayjob. That's more time than I used to get in the mornings. So... it's good, I think.

I'm finding, too, that my writing is a lot looser and creative if I've had time to wake up and eat breakfast. I wouldn't have believed that--who hasn't read the pile of books and articles that say your best work comes out in those waking moments when your brain hasn't gotten bogged down by reality yet? Not for me. Apparently Froot Loops (don't knock them! they're whole grain now, I swear it!) or peanut butter bagels (c'mon, PROTEIN!) are key to my creative success. Of course Pop-Tarts would probably turn me into a writing genius, especially the chocolate fudge variety, but I am trying to be all responsible and nutritious in my morning meal selections. Little Dude is watching, after all.

Of course all of this means that I'm exhausted by ten at night... killing that writing time I used to grab once Little Dude was asleep. So that will be another adjustment. But for now, I'm hitting my writing goal of 3 chapters a week, and they're not horrific either. 

So, for this "Behind The Tweet", things are pretty good... until Little Dude starts waking up at 5:30. Watch my twitter and facebook updates... you WILL know if that happens.

For then? I will Draw The Line.