This may seem like a redundant post, but I just love writing so much. I tell ya, if weren’t already married….
What prompts these admissions of adoration?
I’ve been swamped with freelance work this week and I’m having a lot of fun with it. Yes, it means the novel is on the back burner, which always makes for a little anxiety, but there’s something very satisfying about writing for other people. Maybe it’s all the human interaction I get, you know, conversations that aren’t about diapers or milk, or maybe it’s that I learn all kinds of interesting things when I do this mercenary writing for hire, or maybe it’s the satisfaction of actually finishing something. Whatever it is, I dig it.
So, being as busy as I am today, I’m keeping the blog post short.
Cheers!
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