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Where Has The Month Gone?

Good morning, gentle readers!

June seems to have come and gone in a flash of frenzy!!  I have been busy trying to fit as much writing into my schedule as possible, which hasn't amounted to much but at least I'm back at it.  It is unfortunate that the things that we love to do, that we are attempting at making into a career, that fill our hearts and fingers with joy... always seem to be the things that get pushed onto the back burner when the going gets tough.

Going through life's trials certainly points out that having a "regular" 9-5 job with a boss and a rigid schedule can be handy.  Particularly when family is ill, friends need help, the mortgage is due and our creative streaks are coming infrequently.  Yes, I can freely admit that I would have gotten far more work done this month if I wasn't able to walk 20 feet from bed to office and pound out my work wearing Spongebob Squarepants pajamas.

On the other hand, when those brilliant creative streaks appear at 2 in the morning, I also haven't had to worry about getting up early the next day and dragging myself to the office just to be hassled by some "more important than thou" supervisor.

Although the transition to "full time" has been slow going, I am making progress.  I have a schedule written on the whiteboard (the better to erase you with, my dear) and have been able to pound out a couple of online articles this month.  I've also got about half of my short story for the contest I'm entering written, and although I've started having doubts about the entry I am pretty sure that they are just my own self-doubt sneaking in during gaps between inspiration.

July promises to be an even more demanding month, but I think I'll be able to get even more of this writing business under control.  Being your own boss is amazing, and difficult and completely perfect for those of us who hate following direction.

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