Today is my last day at work. The next two weeks will be spent packing and moving, and on June 1, Andrew starts his new job as an engineer... and I start mine as a stay-at-home writer.
It still doesn't feel real!
I used to get most of my writing done during lunch breaks and the occasional downtime at work. For many reasons, writing at work was a great thing for me. I had no choice but to sit at a desk in front of a running computer all day, and if I didn’t write during my breaks, I wouldn’t have anything else to do.
There were a few embarrassing downsides to writing away from home. Some of my writing habits seem odd if you don’t know what I’m doing.
For example, when I have trouble describing a character’s expression, I make the same expression on my own face and describe what I did. I do the same thing with gestures. While writing at work, it was very difficult for me to keep from shrugging, gasping, or raising a skeptical eye brow at my computer.
(Oh my gosh, I totally just raised a skeptical eyebrow as I’m writing this.)
I was friendly to my co-workers, except between 12:00 and 1:00. If someone ever tried to interrupt me during my oh-so-precious lunch hour, heaven help them.
When I ran image searches, I couldn't always predict what kind of images would come up. Many times I've run what I thought was an innocent search and had to close the browser, look over my shoulder to see if anyone saw, and delete all browsing history.
The worst was when a scene in my book made me emotional. I’ve choked back tears at work on more than one occasion. When I finished the rough draft to Sacred Fire, I was so happy that I walked around the office with a huge grin on my face all day long. I also get mad at my book sometimes, and no one knows why I’m suddenly so grumpy.
From now on I can be as odd as I want. I can't wait.