I’m taking the day off today. I don’t do this much. It’s the price of self employment. You work all of the time, a little here, a little there. It adds up to never really taking a vacation even when you’re on vacation.
Writing is the same now that I’ve recommitted to doing it, if not as a a career, then as a passion. I’m about six month’s into this commitment and I’m burning out a little. I don’t know how everyone balances all of the variables: writing, marketing, networking, along with daily life. It’s exhausting. Still as long as I put something on paper, and today that something may be these words, then I’ve done what I said I’d do. Write every day. A few words. Even if they’re crud.
Maybe later I’ll come back and do some work on my rewrite. We’ll see. For now, I’m going to put toes in sand and stare at the horizon for awhile. I’m pretty sure, there’s a story in that.
