How I (secretly) envisioned my life as a freelance writer:
Wake up, maybe take hot yoga, shower and get pretty, have lunch with some old or new friends, visit grandma and grandpa, stroll into Borders, flip through magazines while jotting ideas in my Moleskine notebook, accidentally peek into Martha Stewart Weddings for a minute or 20, send off a few pitches to editors, pin happy things to my inspiration board, buy groceries, learn to cook, start watching Madmen, have mid-week date nights with Matt, write thoughtful blog posts about my days, go to sleep with a smile.
The reality:
It’s 3 a.m. and I’m hunched over my computer, scrambling to make another deadline. I haven’t changed out of my pajamas in over 24 hours. Empty cans of green tea and bottles of 5-Hour Energy surround me. I flake on plans with friends, saying I’m so, so sorry, but I had no idea I would get this busy. Blog? What blog? Hello there, life of insanity. I wasn’t expecting you so soon.
So yeah, freelancing has been going really well. Dangit! Just kidding. Really, I am thrilled to be getting the work I’ve been getting. I feel so lucky (and so tired).
By the way, I can’t wait to tell you about some of my projects. I’ll be sure link to them as soon as they’re up.
There’s a lot that I’m still learning about time management, organization, communication, self-promotion and choosing your work wisely. I’ll expand on all this some day. Just wanted to write a quick post to let you know that I’m alive and things are swell. Thanks for all your support.
