This sounds kind of dumb, but sometimes I forget that I'm a writer. You know what I blame? All the writing.
I'm not sure what I expected when I signed on to "be a writer." Maybe mornings spent in front of the laptop, calmly sipping my tea while rearranging the characters and plots of my imagination? Maybe long, leisurely walks spent searching for inspiration?
One thing's for sure; I didn't expect I'd be hauling my arse out of bed long before my mind wanted to be awake to plunk in front of the computer to tackle the latest writing assignment: trying to feed myself breakfast with one hand while typing with the other, frantically shaking the words in order before it was time to get dressed for my "real" job.
It's been quite the month or so, now. There's been one freelance assignment on top of another to deal with. Good news for my portfolio. Bad news for those awful black bags under my eyes. Then throw in some pretty impressive humidity to top it all off and it's been kind of tricky to catch my breath.
But this morning I sat down at the computer and realized I had no lingering writing obligations hanging over my head. No commentary, no article, no guest post to write. For the next week and a half, I'm assignment-free. These morning moments at the computer are mine.
Actually, more than just these morning moments. For a little while, I'm blessed with total control over my "non-work" hours. A very good thing indeed, since a certain favorite berry is ripe and ready for the picking.