As a writer, my time is my own. No longer does the routine consist of panic Monday. Get up, wish it weren’t a workday, coffee in a to go cup, hopefully car has gas, drive 45 minutes, having been stuck in traffic while listening to podcasts about self employed people.
Put in 8 or so hours,get in the car, 45 minutes stuck in traffic,listen to classical music, check out the New England architecture while waiting for traffic to move.
Get home, change into barn clothes and decompress. Repeat next four days.
Self employment means working Saturdays and Sundays, while everyone else is running around trying to get errands down and cramming a little fun in their two days in between house work and kids sports events.
It also means taking Monday off, if I wish, and using my to go cup to hold my Gin and Tonic.
The plan. 20 hours a week, is probably close to the 40 hours others might spend at jobs. No small talk upon arrival or during the day. No coat removal, no meetings, no lunch break. The dog interaction, if dogs are in your office, is the same.
A wise gardener once said if you pull one weed your garden will be weeded. The Lays effect. Settle down to write for a couple of hours and BAM, the day is done. This post started as the germ of an idea and now 2 hours have passed. Rusty wants to go for a hike . And since my other blog mikicc.wordpress.com is about southern NH trails guess my day is full.
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Self Employed Again 