Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Some soups, a vegetable stew, spinach macaroni and cheese. Nothing that was going to get me a spot on Food Network, but enough to make Leopold's life easier as he pulled a week as Finkelstein's solo parent.
Sitting in the kitchen last night, trying to make a whole lot of words come together into a reasonably coherent article, Leopold came up behind me and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
Artboy: What was that for?
Leopold: I'm just so glad you're home.
Leopold: Yeah. I was running out of stuff in the freezer.
Monday, January 16, 2012
This is, of course, in addition to my BIG writing job, aka, the day job.
And these freelance jobs writing and the BIG writing job are themselves currently in the way of the two personal writing projects that will likely never pay me at all.
And that's not even touching on the long radio silences that creep up on this blog which, for those of you that can remember that far back, I started so that I would be given a reason to write on a daily basis. Write for me, not for a paycheck.
The freelance pieces that will, in theory (1), mean a paycheck are for a new editor so that's adding to the feeling of panic that is preventing me from getting the words moving on the page. Despite the issues that I used to have with my old editor, we each knew where the other was coming from. I had built a solid relationship with him and he knew he could count on the work that I did.
But this is a new editor and there are other items floating around these pieces that must be written that are making them all the more difficult to write. Which leaves them on my "to do" list.
Which is full of other BIG "to do" projects.
Which leaves my personal projects hanging out by the bar, waiting for a table.
1. Isn't it always.