Thursday, February 02, 2006
Today I worked for one of my families again, putting together photo albums/scrapbooks for four and a half hours. It was the first time I've done "real work" all week. So different from yesterday, when I parked myself on the couch and wrote on my laptop frantically all day, trying to meet a deadline! The more days I spend writing full-time, the harder I find it is to go back to "real work" again.
I'm hoping that soon I won't have to do "real work" anymore. Of course, I'll probably still babysit - partly because it's easy and partly because I still love children - but as I get more writing work, I'll cut back more on the odd jobs that I do now (like this scrapbook stuff).
I do have an awful lot of writing work and potential writing work right now. I think I actually put in more than eight hours some days, especially once you add in my "real work" hours. It doesn't feel like I'm working 60 hour weeks, though (which I probably am, since I work on my writing on the weekends, too). That's probably because I love writing so much that it doesn't feel like work to me.
Well, I'd best be getting back to it - I have another deadline tonight.