I've landed two new contracts in the last week. It was an accident, honest, I didn't mean to! One is for a long-standing and much-loved client, and the other is for a long-standing and much-loved friend, so I didn't feel able to turn either of them down. They're both interesting projects, and of course it's all good for the CV and the bank balance, but I've got a novel to write, dammit!
Lots of people have left lovely encouraging comments on my 'goals for May' post, but I can already feel them slipping from my grasp. I haven't touched the novel since Monday, and although I have a free weekend, I have to do some paid work and also some domestic work. My Paramour does a lot, but I can't expect him to do everything. I've promised to go to Tesco, as our salad drawers currently contain half a punnet of wrinkly cherry tomatoes and half a head of bendy celery, and I don't think we'll manage to make much gourmet veggie nosh with those. He, bless him, is going to make home-made pizzas for tea. He makes the best pizzas in the world, he usually makes the dough by hand but he's going to have a go at doing it in our new breadmaker this time to see how that works. I'll cook a huge vat of chilli tomorrow and we can eat that, in various guises (burritos, yum!), through the week.
Maybe, if I get enough of my paid work done today, I can do some work on the novel tomorrow. I think I've said that to myself every day this week. I'm keeping up with the short stories, but I find them easier to fit into odd nooks and crannies of time. And I want to do some photography... and book a holiday or two... and reduce my TBR pile...
Could somebody please invent an eight-day week?
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Count me in! Though I think I have been trying to have an eight day week lately and that's why I am getting over gastroenteritis...
Happy Tesco-ing!
That only works if you only have to work on a maximum of four of them.
I keep asking for more hours in the day, but nobody's listening!
Bloomin' life - it will keep getting in the way of writing. You'll just have to squeeze it in instead of sleeping :o)
Yeah, who needs sleep anyway? ;o)
Ah well, life would be boring if it was easy. Seriously though, I totally sympathise. But you are amazing, and as you say the bank balance will be happy.
Kirsty, gastroenteritis, ewwww, how horrid. Hope you're fully over it soon.
Helen: great theory...
Karen: that's it! Maybe I should stock up on ProPlus and Red Bull.
Mrs BP: hello, I've missed you! You're right, easy would be boring. So something to whinge about either way, then!
Too much to do and not enough time to do it in seems to be the story of my life!!
Look on the bright side....at least your not going to be a penniless writer :-)
C x
Carol, there is that. And I did manage to write one more novel scene this morning - just the one, and it's scrappy as a very scrappy thing, but it really cheered me up.
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