Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The Dangerous Allure of Freelance Work

The past week or so I’ve had a deluge of freelance work for which I am most grateful, and not just because I love the ad agency that sends the work. See, I am secretly grateful that I have been too busy with “real work” to get back to Book Two. Maybe it’s the feeling actors get when they’re allowed to leave their happy homes and spouses to go make out with another actor in a movie. It almost feels like cheating on my book, but since it falls in the “work” category, all guilt is assuaged. I’ve been on a paid vacation.

But today, all three freelance jobs I was working on are with their respective clients, so alas, paid vacation is over. Even though it totally throws me off to write out of order, today I’ve decided to treat myself to a particularly enticing scene that I’ve been looking forward to writing. You know, just to get things rolling again. It seems with me and writing, inertia = everything. Well, that and my dog-training-based reward system—if I hit 2,000 words I get to Mix Sweet Shop for a lemon tart and the best cappuccino on the planet.

Off I go!


Anonymous said...

Wow! Wish I could join you at Mix. Just saw an enticing Mix picture on Facebook. Made me really desire a mocha there. I hope you writing is inspired after the brochures or whatever you have been doing this week.

Jennie Englund said...

You SO deserve that lemon tart!

Me, too, I'm in!!! Can I come?

Looking forward to your incredible scene. (No pressure).

Lisa Schroeder said...

Man I love me some tart!! I hit my goal of 1,000 words today, can I have it? :)

Little Ms J said...

I never really thought about actors getting butterflies as they drive in their Prius to kiss someone else on set. Nice little analogy.

Like the reward system.

Kelly Hudgins said... of the things I'm dreaming of for this summer!

Katie said...

Ooo - best of luck!

Kimberly Derting said...

Man, your rewards are WAY better than my rewards. If I meet my goal, I get to change out of my pjs into grown-up clothes. Or brush my hair. Or my teeth.


Wyman Stewart said...

Treat the inner dog. I'll have to remember this concept. Thanks for the idea.