In the spirit of freelancer solidarity, here's what mine looks like:
(Weekday schedule, with liner notes)
0600: alarm goes off. moan, roll over.
0630: second alarm goes off. cat announces imminent death by starvation. rise, feed cat who still has food in bowl from last night, sit down at computer and check email and livejournal comments. Answer some of same while brain boots.
0700: Make tea. Futz on internet somewhat. Remember to turn on the radio and listen to NPR, reassure self that world has not ended in night. If world has ended, realize that deadlines no longer matter, and go back to bed.
If it's a weekend, figure out what the day's assigment is and get to work, dammit.
0700: really get out of bed now, Bear, or you will be late.
0730: put on pants. get ass out door for gym
0800: work out for 1 hour-90 minutes
0930: Morning errands. Possibly massage therapist appointment at 11:30, if it's Monday. Otherwise, come home and get to work on whatever the project du jour is. I'm a blitz worker, so I don't tend to work on multiple projects in a day unless I finish one. Multitasking is a tool of the man.
1300: At absolute latest, get home and get butt in front of the computer. open chatroom with writer's group. Bitch to them intermittently about how much work I have to do, and listen while they bitch back. Occasional outbursts of hilarity, interpsersed with work work work work work, with occasional breaks for email and livejournal when my brain stalls. Work may include: long fiction, short fiction, Secrit Projekt, emailing collaborators, talking to editors, nonfiction, blogging, editorial work, slush, answering email from conventions or agents or readers, research, watching David Bowie concert videos on Youtube.
1300: Remember I forgot to eat lunch. Make some more tea while I'm up.
1830: Go to archery if it's Thursday or climbing if it's Monday. Otherwise, work. (And occasionally fuck around on the internet.) Try to remember to take a break to practice guitar or math. Usually fail. Sometimes, have a social engagement and bemoan it until I get there, then enjoy it after all.
2100: Come home if I went out. Check email. Try to get another 500 words before bed. If it's Wednesday, watch Mythbusters or Criminal Minds.
2300: Realize I'm not getting anything else done tonight, write some kind of a whiny blog post, and start screwing around on the internet in earnest.
0100: Bed. Lie staring at ceiling wondering what I forgot to do today.