Missing My Beloved Fiction
Week nine of freelance writing. I’m settling into a nice little routine, especially now that the kids are in school again. I have a couple of decent-paying gigs, and if I stay focused, I can earn more working six hours a day than I did at my old job working eight. Minus the commute. Minus missing every school function. Minus the requirement of conforming to expectations that change on a weekly basis. I also have a little side business that’s starting to pick up speed. Life is good, and the money is rolling in.
But I miss writing fiction. Between work and my kids, not to mention that irritating need for eight hours of sleep every night, I just don’t know where to fit it in without burning myself out. I’m probably working too hard as it is, but I have lots of short-term goals, which include paying off debts and moving, and I need money to achieve them. So my fiction goes on the backburner for now. Can’t wait to reconnect with my old friend, which should happen within the next two months.