I remember that I once read an entire book written about the life of a writer… what it’s like to be your own boss and sometimes never get out of bed.

Which made me realize that, just maybe, some of you might be interested in knowing what exactly it is that I do all day.

7:30- Alex’s alarm clock goes off. He says “Putain, fait chier…” and rolls back over to go to sleep.

8:00- I wake up, startled, because I always wake up startled. I get out of bed, put in my contacts, make coffee, make myself a bowl of fruit and yogurt, and get back into bed and tell Alex he has to go to school. He gets up, makes a bowl of cereal, and we watch Euronews.

8:15- I check my e-mail and wonder why I don’t have more e-mails.

9:00- Alex leaves for work/school, all the while mumbling, “Et… je vais être encore en retard. Parfait.”

9:15- Alex is gone. I pour myself another cup of coffee and get down to work. Mornings are reserved for “real” work, aka, work I get paid for. On any given morning, I will write blog posts for Tomato Kumato, Bordeaux and Palmiers or Parisblog, write restaurant reviews for Wcities, do paying translations or freelance article gigs, or send out loglines for my screenplay. All of this is usually interspersed with trips to FML, textsfromlastnight and Questionable Content, but we can just ignore that.

12:30- I eat lunch. It’s extremely eventful.

1:00- It’s officially the afternoon, which means I don’t have to do real work anymore. If it’s nice out, I head outside with a stack of books, my iPod, a notebook and a pen, and I read/write on the balcony. If it’s not, I work on whatever long piece I’m currently working on, which today is a novel.

6:00- I start making dinner.

7:00- Alex gets home. We start drinking wine and I finish making dinner.

8:00- Les Guignols!!!!!!!

9:00- Sometimes we watch weird French TV, sometimes we don’t. Either way, this is when I read other people’s blogs, check my e-mail some more, and sometimes do some more work. This is also when I go running.

12:00- Alex notices the time: “Oh, là! C’est l’heure de dormir.” I pull a face, because I’m not tired yet.

1:00- Actual bedtime. Sometimes I sit in the hallway and fuck around on the Internet some more. Sometimes, I just go to sleep.