Soooo, I’ve done 57 out of the 70 pieces of freelance work I agreed to do between the 8th and 26th of this month. Did I say I’d do these because I had a holiday from my 9-5.30 job? Nope. Did I agree to these because there was nothing else major going on in my life, such as moving flat? Nope. Did I say ‘hell yeah’ because I wasn’t doing any creative writing anyway? Nope.
So why exactly did I say yes? Because I’m greedy for the money I’m afraid. But come Monday night it’ll be done and I can stop constantly writing tripe I’m getting paid for and get back to spending the evenings and mornings writing slightly more artful tripe I only very occasionally get paid for 😛
On the bright side, I argued successfully that I should be considered for a wee promotion at work and got some nice writing news this week – so maybe working like a slave really does pay off. Maybe.