Normally, I don’t have to take too much of my day job work home with me. As the safety inspector at the local nuclear power plant, there isn’t too much I can do from home. When I go on vacation, safety goes uninspected as I relax on the beach. In fact, I don’t even think about my day-job whilst listening the waves drown out the needs of my many many children.
Unfortunately, when I put on my writer’s hat, I don’t get vacations. I don’t get evenings off. I don’t even get bathroom breaks.
On vacation, I am constantly coming up with ideas of picture books to write. “Daddy, come swim in the ocean with me!” (that sounds like a picture book!). “Daddy, what’s that bear-like shadow outside of our tent?” (picture book!). “Papa J, Honey, please stop dancing in public. It’s embarrassing!” (board book?).
In the evening, I spend my time writing emails to teachers, grocery lists, facebook messages, angry letters to Michael Ian Black, and love notes to Mama Funk…
I’m even writing while I’m working my day job. Every inspection report, white-board diagram, email, and tattoo receipt is written down on something.
I once even wrote a television screenplay about a very angry orange bell pepper (Why do red and green always get the attention?!?!? So, I’m not organic – sue me! Why am I always attracted to jalapeños and habañeros when I should be looking for a nice sweet cubanelle to settle down with?).
Is it possible for a writer to truly go on vacation from writing?
If you’re interested in hearing more about my orange pepper screenplay, please contact me – I’m hoping to cast Ben Stiller as Green, everyone else is open for debate (except for Michael Ian Black).