When I first awaken, I go directly to my laptop to see my e-mails. If I am extremely sluggish, I have my Blackberry beside my bed and look through my mail there. I try to grab a Lara Bar and take my vitamins. My hair stands on end and my glasses cover my weary eyes as I answer the e-mails of the day. My husband comes in from his home office and stares at me and tries to force a conversation. He tells me that I look nice, and I stare at him and tell him that I look as if a truck ran over me. He laughs and agrees. I tell him that I'm much too busy to talk to him, and I can tell that he's hurt as he shuffles out of the bedroom. I don't know where to start with the social media and other sites. I'm overwhelmed and try to concentrate on promoting my novel. I'm extroverted and find it hard leading this solitary life. However, the passion inside me suddenly ignites, and I start writing the sequel to my novel. I realize that I have an appointment, and I quickly take a shower. I'm late as usual and explain that I'm a writer. By now, everyone understands that I am in another world and kindly nods in recognition that I'm a lost cause inhabiting another universe so different than theirs'.

-- Trish.