I’m at my desk, actually the living room sofa where I work… normally in my blue fuzzy bathrobe with leopard print slippers – a major fashion faux pas, I know. So, I’m at my desk and I feel the urge to evade coming on.
Maybe another cup of coffee… is the temperature right,I’m cold… I need a to-do list… grocery list… reminder to put out the trash… meds to get refilled… laundry to be folded… did I pay the garbage pick up guy for March. Damn, it’s March!
What’s up with this?
I just enrolled with TextBroker.com as one of their authors (their term). A freelance writer has to start somewhere and this seemed to be a good beginning. I sent in my sample and got accepted and got my rating. My rating guides the type of assignments I can choose from and the rate of pay. Now I have to produce 5 articles. FIVE. No more goofing off here, this is a chance to earn a little money… very little, actually but…. If I’m disciplined and skilled at this there is the potential for me to start earning some real money and that would allow me to continue working from home to write the book. Yet the work will take me from the book writing… circular logic at work here. My work discipline, as it were, has slacked ( I hesitate to say deteriorated, as this is where I want potential clients to find me) in these last couple of months and I’ve been living the life of a lady of leisure. No longer!
I need to bring structure into my day. To shift my focus and view this work as a real job. I’ll need to trade the bathrobe for real clothes. Seems simple enough!