A friend once told me he imagined the author life as an idyllic movie scene. Writer sports an argyle sweater vest, puffing on a pipe while seated at a mahogany desk overlooking the lake at his quaint cabin retreat, where he whips out page after page of brilliance on an antique typewriter. Such tranquility. Such genius.
Such a load of garbage.
In reality, the day-to-day life of a mom turned author looks a lot less charming. My desk is often piled with permission slips, credit card bills, and half-eaten bowls of oatmeal… to the point where I can’t find my stapler—or my brain. Yet I count it all joy.
Today I’m sharing a peek into my real author life on Tricia Goyer’s Writer Wednesday feature. Join me there for the inside scoop on what it’s truly like to be an author—including a snapshot of my desk (after I tidied up a bit).