Share your writing routine. Do you follow a schedule or word count? What works/doesn’t?
My writing routine has changed a lot over the years. As I’ve gotten older I find that things that worked well for me when I was younger no longer seem to make me productive. Mostly now I write in the morning when I’m fresh. That’s when I have the most energy and when the house is quietest. I get half my word goal then.
I also write some in the afternoon, after I’ve had lunch. I also check social media, and answer emails. Then in the evenings I write a little to finish up the day.
One thing that has taken a place in my daily routine is time to read and rest in the afternoon. I’m finding that I don’t sleep well at night, so a brief rest in the afternoon gets me through the day.
I used to be incredibly disciplined with my writing and work, but as time has passed, some of the discipline remains, but I also have to let myself go at a place that works better for me now.
Wyatt signaled that he was pulling out, and Fisher waved as he drove off. Then he returned to the handsome driver. “Is there a number on the paperwork for the rental car company? They should send someone out to help you.” Fisher looked over the documents and waited while Reynard made the call. “Do you want to pop the hood? I can look for you.”
Reynard nodded, and Fisher lifted the hood and spotted the issue right away. One of the cables had come unhooked from the battery. Fisher put on a work glove from his car’s emergency kit and carefully reattached the cable. He was able to get it to stay, but he wasn’t sure how long it would remain there. The battery coupling was broken and needed to be repaired. He lowered the hood and relayed that to Reynard.
“Is there somewhere I can take the car so the rental company can bring out a replacement vehicle?” Reynard asked. His voice was soft and gentle, like one of those confident people who was used to being listened to and never needed to raise his voice.
“Go up to the next exit and take a right. You’ll see a shopping center with a large parking lot. You’ll be out of traffic and should be able to get some food and stuff while you wait.”
Reynard sighed. “Is there a hotel or something? I might as well stay for a day or two until this gets straightened out.”
“There’s the Comfort Suites downtown. It’s pretty nice, and they have a parking garage with a valet.” Reynard nodded. “I can lead you there if you want to follow me.”
“Thank you,” Reynard said, finally smiling like he meant it.
Fisher returned to his patrol car, waited for traffic to clear, and then eased out and took the lead down the half mile to the exit before heading through town. Fisher hoped the car made it until they reached the hotel.
In front of the new building in the historic town he called home, Fisher pulled into a parking space and motioned for Reynard to turn in, waiting for him to get off the street and roll down his window. “Are you okay?”
“They have a room, and I should be fine. Thank you for your assistance,” he said before making the left turn into the drive.
Fisher was still on duty, so he continued through town, returned to the freeway, and took up his position in the median, where he could be seen and clock the speed of passing vehicles for the next three hours until his shift ended. Lord help police officers who went into this line of work for the excitement.
Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then, he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.
Andrew Grey
andrew is a new author for me
I love Fire and Water.
I never have energy in the morning. If I wrote, it would have to be early afternoon.
Thank you for sharing!
Love all the Carlisle books. Keep them coming!