Columns > Published on June 5th, 2015

Brown Bag Your Writing: Using Your Lunch Break To Write

Every week starts the same. "This week, for real, for sure, for serious, I'm going to get some writing done during my lunch break."

Every week ends the same. "Wow. I for sure, for serious, got approximately NONE writing done during my lunch breaks this week."

It's not a huge loss. Until you do the math on about 5 hours of work time per week. Multiplied by weeks in a year. I'm no numbertician, but I know enough to see how all of that time maths up to a whole hell of a lot of missed opportunity.

Got the same problem? Thought so. I thought so, you lazy punks!

Here's what you can do to actually write during your lunch breaks.

MONDAY: The Big Escape

Step one of writing at work, get the hell away from work. It's the only way to avoid the dreaded phrase, "I hate to bother you, but..."

It doesn't matter if you wear headphones, it doesn't matter if you wear horse blinders. It doesn't matter if you wear people blinders, which are a visor equipped with two pointed fingers molded after Moe Howard's that flip down into your eyes. It doesn't matter what stupid, made-up accessory you wear, the nicest people in the world, the most well-meaning people, they'll say "I hate to bother you, but..." when you take your break at work. And you can't listen to them. They're nice and all, but they're liars.

You know who is never interrupted during work? The garbage disposal in your sink. Nobody ever waltzes up and says, "Hey buddy, I hate to interrupt you" and then shoves a hand down in a garbage disposal. Nobody bothers the disposal while it's working. Because they would ACTUALLY hate to. Assuming they hate having a hand ground into a stump. Maybe some people are into that. I haven't actually read the Fifty Shades, so I'm not totally up on what people are into.

No one interrupts the disposal, but everyone interrupts you. Which means you have a choice. Leave your workplace during lunch or create some kind of hand-grinding device that activates when anyone interrupts you. I'm no mechanical engineer, so for me it's an easy choice.

Leave your workplace. Go somewhere you can be alone and where no one will bother you. It might cost you a little time, but it's worth it.

TUESDAY: Drawing Toast

A ten-minute drawing of some toast is a zillion times better than a zero-minute drawing of some toast.

-Leonardo Da Vinci via Danny Gregory.

I see what Leo's getting at. Maybe replace "toast" with pizza and I'm more on board. Or better yet, a Wendy's Double Stack. Considering the Double Stack is under $2.00 and has square meats, the Double Stack is a severely under-drawn sandwich. Everyone wants to draw a damn $35-dollar bowl of fruit, but no one goes for the Double Stack? You're all monsters.

Let's talk about Double Stacks some more. Rarely are they perfect. Onion hanging off the side, mustard smear on the bun somewhere. They're so imperfect that I've taken to eating them in the dark.

Eating Wendy's in the dark. It's less sad than it sounds.

Look, a Double Stack isn't perfect. But it's still a lot better than no Double Stack. It's still lunch.

You're goal is replacing lunch with writing time. Just like a lunch, your writing doesn't have to be perfect. Or even good. If you let go of the idea that you have to create perfect, deep work every time you sit down to write, you're going to find it's a lot easier to sit down and write.

Even if you only end up with ten minutes of free lunch time, that's 50 minutes at the end of the week. And yeah, 5 10-minute chunks isn't as good as a single 50-minute block, but it's still a hell of a lot better than spending that same time NOT writing.

Just remember, it's like Leonardo Da Vinci said. A 10-minute drawing of a greasy, delicious Double Stack is better than no drawing of a Double Stack. A ten minute writing session is better than no writing session. And a Double Stack is better in the dark.

That last sentence is good advice AND the title of my new erotic novel.

WEDNESDAY: The Brown Bag

Bring your lunch. Don't go out. If you're the kind of popular kid who has co-workers ask you along to lunches, an easy way to say no is to say you packed a lunch. I assume. I am not the kind of popular kid who gets asked to lunches. When someone asks what my lunch plans are, it's so I can cover the cool people who go out together. Weep for me. Weep for me and my lonely lunches and darkened Wendy's binges!

The brown bag is your best friend. It saves you time. It saves you money, which is a great way to increase your writing time, long term. If your life is less expensive, you can work less and write more. Monica Drake wrote about this a lot better than I ever could, so I'll leave the heavy lifting to her if you're interested in the life-saving magic of scrambled egg sandwiches.

If it helps, print out the following little messages, fold them up and put them in your brown bag. They're just like the notes your mom used to put in your school lunches. (Note, my mom, though great, wasn't much for lunch notes, so I'm guessing here).

I'm so proud of you for bringing your lunch today! One million of hugs and kisses -Mom

I'm your mother, and this is a lunch, and I hope you have a really good day at work and when you come home you can expect a similar, but better and warmer form of food, possibly cooked by myself or your father. End message. -Mom

At some point we will have to do a talk about sex. I just want you to know that I'm looking forward to it even less than you, so if you could spend your lunch time talking to some of your goofball friends about it first, that would help. That way I can mostly do a Mythbusters thing instead of deciding when to start and stop. Maybe ask that kid Frank. He's weird. He probably has all kinds of dumb ideas about sex stuff. -Mom

THURSDAY: Pen and Paper

Bring a pen and paper version of your work, and let that be the only thing you bring with you on your lunch break. You won't need an outlet, you won't need WiFi, you won't need anything but what you've got. And just as importantly, you won't be tempted away to the world wide internets.

In fact, I suggest that you don't bring anything else with you to work if it's at all possible. If you're in the habit of bringing a book, leave it at home. Just bring whatever needs working on.

Leave your phone at home if you can. Try it. See what happens.

I know, I know. What if your mom dies?

Why does every discussion about whether or not you need a phone always come down to "What if my mom dies?" Your mom is going to die once. It's a one-time thing. And I don't know about you, but I'm not going to be a lot of help in reviving my mom after she gets hit by a bus or whatever. My lack of medical skills will not only mean I'm worthless when it comes to helping my mom, but also that she'll fade into oblivion knowing that her son was not a successful doctor. Really, all my phone does is ensure that I'll be on hand to disappoint my mom one last time.

If you can't leave your phone behind, put your phone somewhere at work and leave it there the entire day. Don't check it before you start your lunch. Don't touch it. Walk out with your work in hand and nothing else on your mind.

FRIDAY: The Art of the Irish Exit

What's the Irish Exit? In simplest terms,

...the Irish exit refers to the departure from any event without telling any friends, associates or acquaintances that one is leaving. It is almost always the result of being very inebriated/intoxicated.

Before we get into the nitty-gritty, is "Irish Exit" racist? According to a HuffPo article, probably. Although some people call it a French Exit, and then the French call it "leaving the English way." Frankly, I consider this the proper way to get the hell out of somewhere, so I hope any of my fellow Irish people won't be too offended and might instead offer a "Hip Hip Hooray!" to this column. 

Oh, wait. I scrolled further in the HuffPo article. Turns out "Hip Hip Hooray" is an anti-Semitic phrase. Scratch the "hip hip hooray." I guess offer me a hearty...I don't even know what, but something not racist. Tell you what, new plan. Think of something to cheer me on, email HuffPo and make sure it's okay, and then go ahead and say it.

For now, we'll just call it a Pete Exit. And maybe you don't need to worry so much about the drunk part of it when we're talking about leaving your workplace. Although if your work allows you to be staggering around drunk, then I suggest you take advantage of it. The rest of us want to do it, and we're a little pissed that you aren't making use of your workplace benefits.

The key to this act, it's about getting the hell out of a place right when you can and not a moment later.

It's easy to spend the first little bit of your break slowly making your way out. One last email, one last little thing. Chat with a couple people. And then you sit down to write and you've got 8 minutes to make the magic happen.

Don't do it. Get the hell out. And feel free to call it a Pete Exit, drunk or not. I understand my personal legacy, and if it's about leaving somewhere early and drunkenly vomiting next to a dumpster in as dignified a manner as possible, then so be it. No matter what you say, I'm certain that I'll be riding with Immortan Joe and my War Boys in Valhalla.

About the author

Peter Derk lives, writes, and works in Colorado. Buy him a drink and he'll talk books all day.  Buy him two and he'll be happy to tell you about the horrors of being responsible for a public restroom.

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