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!