It's official. I'm now a full-time author and a part-time respiratory therapist instead of the other way around. See me doing my happy dance?
I have a safety net of sorts in that I should be able to pick up extra hours at the hospital when needed--especially in the winter--but even in the summer to help cover vacations. The difference will be that I can pick and choose when I want to work extra. If sales are going well, I can ease back on the extra hours at the hospital and write more. Here's hoping I never have to pick up extra hours.
Today, in anticipation of writing more, I'm cleaning house. I know, that doesn't sound very productive, but I know me. If I look up from writing and see clutter everywhere, I'll feel guilty about writing when I should be cleaning. I've been able to push that guilt away (to some extent) while working full-time because I only had so many hours in the day, but now I won't be able to rationalize like that, so better to get everything clean from the get-go.
I wonder, does Stephen King ever worry about the dust bunnies under the bed while he's writing? If he does, he probably turns them into creepy dust rats that gnaw on people's toes while they sleep.
As far as writing goes, I kept saying I was going to finish an unrelated romantic suspense. Now I'm not so sure. I love the premise and some of what I've already written, but at some point, the story took a turn down the wrong road and it was a dead end. I might try to reverse course and find another route, but in the meantime, Mark Taylor is calling to me for a new story. It's been a few months since I've written anything new for him, what with edits, re-writes, publishing, etc, going on. Last week, I wrote up a few notes for a basic plot outline, but then had to work all week and didn't get any actual writing done. I literally MISS the characters. How crazy is that?
I keep staring at my work schedule with a silly grin on my face.This week I work Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday--all 8 hour shifts. For me, that's the big thing--no more 12 hours! I always feel like 8 hours goes by in a flash now. I get off work by 2:30 p.m. Yeah, I have to get to work by 6 a.m. but without the dread of working 12 hours, it won't be that big of a deal. Besides, I'm a morning person. Even on my days off I wake up by about 5:30. The next week is even better-- just two days!
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