Friday Night – And I’m Still At Work

It’s Friday night.

When I looked at the weather for tomorrow, I almost said to my husband, “You might not be going into work tomorrow.”

I’d better add a calendar to my grownup birthday list.

That’s what happens when you work from home. The days mesh into one. I don’t have holidays. Well, I do, but I take my work with me. The last trip to Saskatchewan, I wrote almost 10,000 words. A change of location can be motivating. I even did tapered down social media from a hospital bed.

Benefits working from home? Food, water and coffee within 20 feet. Unlimited bathroom breaks. Stretch breaks. YouTube breaks. No set hours. Sometimes I start work at 7 a.m. Sometimes I stop at midnight.

Every day.

Freelancing – especially reporting and photojournalism – isn’t for everyone. And working for themselves isn’t for everyone. It’s risky. You have awesome months, and not so awesome months. But I do it because I love it. It’s what I was trained to do. High pay, low pay, no pay.

As for writing, being a pen named author is rather lonely. Because when I blog under my pen name, I can’t shout it out from my personal Facebook and Twitter.

Yes, my alter ego has a blog. And Facebook and Twitter accounts. And a website. And a Reddit account.
It’s Friday night. As soon as I post this blog, I’ll return to my novel which I hope to finish by the end of April. I was almost finished and then life intruded. Again. So, I started the final edit – again – from scratch.

When this novel is finished, it is finished.

Because, clearly, I don’t have a concept of time.