Yesterday I dosed myself with cold meds and slept on and off for most of the afternoon and night, drinking more meds every time I woke up. Also slept in this morning. So now it's official: this summer cold is not going to kill me. I know, I know, I'm being a baby and a cold doesn't kill. But sometimes it makes me feel so miserable I wish it would so the torture would end!
On the work front, today I'm getting book 5 ready to submit to client. Book 4 and 5 are based on book 1 and 2, so they are a bit easier to work through. Yay me!
I've also started to aggressively look for another project for next year. It will be a while before this publishing project ends, but I don't want to come out of it and find that I don't have another big gig moving forward. Long-term projects are what give me security: I wake up in the morning knowing exactly what I need to accomplish. They also buy me the time to write creatively, because with the freelance writing and publishing on course, I have the space to think about my creative writing and self-publishing goals. It's much like having a fulltime job. Without the commute. Or the water cooler gossip. Or the medical aid and pension fund.
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Glad you're feeling better, Damaria! Hate when the colds hit during the NICE weather.
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