It’s thirty-eight minutes past midnight as I type this. I’ve just sent in an article – all my current deadlines have now been met. I’m a lady of leisure for the next few days.
Freelance writers have no leisure time. The fact that I’m typing away at 00:40 is evidence enough. There aren’t enough hours in a day to get everything done. I’m not pitching new ideas until June arrives and M is back in school, but I am making notes and the ideas keep coming.
Tomorrow is a day to look at to-do lists. (Doesn’t mean I’ll do any of it, just look.)
With all this excitement (and a stray dog howling outside), sleep is going to take a while.