On plumbers and book proposals
I woke up this morning for the first time in three weeks without a deadline hanging over my head. It was the best feeling in the world -- this little gap to squeeze in some of the things I love. I'm incredibly thankful for the work, so I'm not complaining. As a freelancer, it's a gift to be busy.
I'm finding that I need a lot of quiet in order to write -- or, in order to write books. Articles aren't really a problem. But, for this project, I have to be able to get into a soul-quiet space somehow, with permission to ramble and explore. Which is impossible when the heater is broken and your roommate discovers a leak in her bathroom and the person you need to interview for a piece just refuses to return your calls and your deadline is tomorrow.
And then there's the fatigue thing. On days I've not been able to work, I've been on the couch worrying about the deadlines I'm pushing back. On the days I get back at it, I work late and struggle to catch up and often find myself working weekends because I just can't get everything done any other way. I feel like I'm running constantly -- in slow motion, everyone still moving so much faster than I am.
I got feedback from my agent on the book proposal. It's nearly ready to go, just a few small tweaks and she will be Fed-exing it to acquisition editors. I've been dying to work on it. So, that's my lofty goal for this afternoon. Right after I meet the plumber. And set up interviews for another article.
Here's to more energy and more quiet, both of which I hope are right around the corner.