Day of the Chameleon Writer
My 100% true (except for the lies) account of a day in my life as a writer.

No, I’m not actually reptilian.
Sorry, to disappoint.
But I wear a lot of hats and my writing is diverse: prose, poetry, plays, screenplays … different genres, styles, etc. It all depends on my own whim or someone else’s wallet (when I’m hired).
So, the creator I seem like today may not be anything like the one I appear to be tomorrow.
But it’s all me.
A typical day? You can’t actually think that’s gonna be interesting. But it’s why we’re here, right? So…
Usually, my day starts off much like anybody else’s…
I get up, stretch, eat;
I take the pup out to go
and have a cup of the joe
while I check email, texts,
and the internet show.
That’s followed by a workout—
unless it’s a requisite rest day.
Because requisite rest days are so de rigueur.
I workout naked in the park.
I’m kidding.
About the park.
Okay, about the naked thing, too.
Just trying to spice this up.
Anyway, after that, if I’m not otherwise engaged as an actor, director, writing consultant, etc. (I told you I wear a lot of hats), I’ll sit down with a second cup of magic beans and get writing.
It could be a novel or script in progress,
or a tiny tale based on a Substack prompt,
or could be something else entirely.
Could be horror, sci-fi, comedy.
Could be dreck.
And I work as long as the ideas flow.
When they slow
or stop altogether,
I’ll take a walk,
do some yardwork,
or something else to let my brain rest, percolate, or get inspired.
Then I’ll come back to write some more.
And I read every single day and night—purely for pleasure.
I’m currently reading about ten different serials on Substack, bit by bit.
I believe writers should read.
No, I’m not actually reptilian.
Sorry, to disappoint.
But I wear a lot of hats and my writing is diverse: prose, poetry, plays, screenplays … different genres, styles, etc. It all depends on my own whim or someone else’s wallet (when I’m hired).
So, the creator I seem like today may not be anything like the one I appear to be tomorrow.
But it’s all me.
A typical day? You can’t actually think that’s gonna be interesting. But it’s why we’re here, right? So…
Usually, my day starts off much like anybody else’s…
I get up, stretch, eat;
I take the pup out to go
and have a cup of the joe
while I check email, texts,
and the internet show.
That’s followed by a workout—
unless it’s a requisite rest day.
Because requisite rest days are so de rigueur.
I workout naked in the park.
I’m kidding.
About the park.
Okay, about the naked thing, too.
Just trying to spice this up.
Anyway, after that, if I’m not otherwise engaged as an actor, director, writing consultant, etc. (I told you I wear a lot of hats), I’ll sit down with a second cup of magic beans and get writing.
It could be a novel or script in progress,
or a tiny tale based on a Substack prompt,
or could be something else entirely.
Could be horror, sci-fi, comedy.
Could be dreck.
And I work as long as the ideas flow.
When they slow
or stop altogether,
I’ll take a walk,
do some yardwork,
or something else to let my brain rest, percolate, or get inspired.
Then I’ll come back to write some more.
And I read every single day and night—purely for pleasure.
I’m currently reading about ten different serials on Substack, bit by bit.
I believe writers should read.
A lot.
And I read while naked in the park.
I’m kidding, again.
Obviously.
Or am I?
After all: I'm a chameleon. I could be sitting naked next to you right now and you'd never know.
By the way, what you're wearing is hideous.
What prompted this? Well, it was created as a part of an open Substack collaboration of daily experiences behind various writers’ creations. You can see more here: “Day of the ___ Writer” Check out more in the growing collection on Substack at mosaic of many lives unless using that site is anathemic to you.