7:00 Finish up my shower and start a pot of coffee. Wonder why I still haven’t received my airmail package from Jay that is rumored to hold expensive British pastries. Sign online to drop him a note and let him know it still hasn’t arrived. Get distracted when I open my pm box and there are 18 new messages. Decide to deal with those before even more show up.

8:30 I forgot about my coffee and now its cold. I put another pot on and wake the kids. Throw together a quick breakfast for them and they sink in front of the tv to watch an oddly absorbing cartoon called “The Replacements”. Muse thoughtfully about what it would be like to replace my hubby with Sirius Black and then come to my senses – I prefer a man who doesn’t trip over drapery, thank you very much.

9:00 Kids are off to a day camp. Wee! I can stay in my jammies all day. Time to get back online and filter through my HPFF email. Oh, look! I may have won a free collection of the entire HP series! Grumble about the idiocy of such an email coming to an HPFF email address and then decide it must be time to upgrade my spam filters.

10:20 Still sorting through emails and working on the filters. Realize I probably do need to get dressed since the courier should be delivering some cover proofs for the story I’m working on. Too late. In jammies and fuzzy blue slippers I meet him at the door. I try to make myself seem halfway intelligent and mumble something about the package being from a publishing company. He doesn’t buy it. He gives me that look that says “humor her and back away quickly”. Perhaps I should have brushed my hair this morning.

10:30 Time to do some real work. Grab another cup of coffee and pull out the stack of edits I’m supposed to be working on and delve in.

12:45 My tummy is growling. Must find food. That reminds me: I never did send a note to Jay about my pastries. Gotta go do that. Get sidetracked with another dozen messages in my pm box and decide to check the trouble tickets while I’m at it. Use the nifty copy/paste feature to answer 11 about “when will my story be validated?”

1:30 Time to eat. Grab a quick sandwich and work on a scene in my story that the editor thinks needs more dialogue. I hate dialogue.

3:00 Decide the editor is insane and people talk way too much anyway. Give up on rewriting the dialogue and head to the site to work on the Dobby Awards. Check in with the moderators and validators. Ban some icky people that have nothing better to do with their time than harass the staff. Start to send Jay his pastry email but find 3 messages reporting plagiarism. Go hide stories and sent emails to the authors involved. Back to the forum and working on the Dobby’s and cleaning up around the forum.

5:30 Kids are home! They see I’m on HPFF and want to play the Yeti Seal toss. Have a rather amusing discussion with them about animal cruelty and how they think tossing creatures isn’t nice. Then they take over the computer and start chunking penguins as seal bait. When I can’t take anymore of the little penguin screaming “weeeeeeeeee!” I take my computer back.

8:00 Dinner is over. Dialogue scene has been rewritten thanks to that crafty seal toss game which got my creativity going and a cup of Starbucks my hubby brought home for me. It’s time to snuggle in to watch a movie with the family. Tonight’s feature? Transformers.

9:30 Summer bedtime for kiddos. Read a few chapters of “Tom Sawyer” before lights out.

10:30 Time to get my work done at HPFF. Go through the stack of emails that arrived since I last checked. Update the site stats. Check back in with the validators and mods to help out with the things they need done. Get started on the Dobby’s but receive a message about a new member that’s gone off the deep end posting stuff. Chase the person around, remove them and then spend an hour cleaning up the mess they made on the forum.

1:00 Feel guilty for having not updated my stories at the site. Open the only active story I have but am too tired to write anything. Feel terrible about it so I go read Violet Gryfindor’s Sirius/Lily because well, Sirius/Lily will always cheer a gal up. Check the reviews and realize that even though I’ve read them a hundred times I haven’t left a review on either. I must do this. But she probably wouldn’t like my lack of sleep rambling. Tell myself to remember to review it tomorrow when I’m actually coherent.

2:15 Hm, got a message from Jay. He’s asking something but I’m not sure quite what…which is odd because we are usually on the same wave length. He should have been in bed hours ago. After thirty minutes of messages back and forth, we both decide that we are both too tired to decipher what the other one is saying. It has something to do with knickers, chickens, pink tutus and the mermaid icon on my coffee cup but we are both clueless.

3:30 Decided to check through my messages one more time. My plagiarism pals from earlier in the day are not happy with me and have filled my email with nasty little messages. One in particular, reminds me about my box of pastries. No idea why. I drop a note to Jay, who still hasn’t gone to bed either, and finally let him know my package didn’t arrive. He thinks I’ve lost my marbles and tells me the post office isn’t even open at this hour. He listens to me whine for a bit then tells me to get some sleep. Sounds like a plan. Only 3 more hours until it starts all over again. Oh, wait. I need to go post on the HPFF blog. Better do that before I forget.

4:30 Bedtime for Bonzo. Sweet dreams everyone! And if you happen to see my pastries anywhere, please….send them my way, will you?

Happy Writing!