Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Another Day at the Office

Women Write Wednesday Edition

It's Wednesday, one of the two days in the week that I spend at my office. My work experience may be a little different from yours, unless you are also a writer.

This morning started off at 3:00 am chasing my almost three year old around the house. I no sooner get him back to sleep to be shaken awake by my seven year old. "It's time to get ready for school, Mama."

I rush to get up and get breakfast for the seven year old and lunches made for both boys. I make sure my oldest fills out his reading log, which for second grade includes writing a sentence about what he read. Today's sentence was, "Pirates used to get a sickness called scurvy."

After dropping the oldest off at school, I decided to treat the crazed toddler and I to some breakfast tacos since neither he nor I have eaten yet. While eating his first bite of eggs it falls to the floor. So begins a half hour tantrum in which he decides eating is just too stressful and therefore will be going on a hunger strike until his food does what he wants it to do. So I do what any mom in a hurry does, I bribed him. After he had eaten, I packed up my laptop with all my notebooks, his lunch, and his book bag with family photos (for a school project) and a set of diapers. I silently bemoan the fact that he still isn't potty trained.

On the way to his mother's day out program we pass three accidents. It is bumper to bumper traffic for the whole trip, which generally only takes 7 minutes, but today takes twenty. I drop him off and head out the door to the local restaurant just up the road from his school where I will be meeting another writing friend that I try and write with once a week. Writing can be a super solitary endeavor so finding ways to be social while working is important. It's also just nice to be with someone who gets your particular brand of crazy.

I dragged one of the bigger tables over to the one plug outlet and set up shop with a cardigan, my laptop, a power strip, and a hot cup of coffee. For the next couple of hours I will work to the sound of chatter, the whir of the air conditioning, the kitchen door swinging open and closed and the clicky-clack of our mutual typing.

Just another day at the office.

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Biography
K.M. Hodge grew up in Detroit, where she spent most of her free time weaving wild tales to spook her friends and family. These days, she lives in Texas with her husband and two energetic boys and once again enjoys writing tales of suspense and intrigue that keep her readers up all night. Her stories, which focus on women's issues, friendship, addiction, regrets and second chances, will stay with you long after you finish them. When she isn't writing or being an agent of social change, she reads Independent graphic novels, watches old X-files episodes, streams Detroit Tigers games and binges on Netflix with her husband. She enjoys hearing from her readers, so don't be shy about dropping her a line.



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