With that self-imposed deadline of Friday for the article due on Monday, you’d think I spent last night slaving over punctuation and tearing apart sentences, but you’d be wrong.
I did nothing.
Well, not exactly nothing. I conducted my first phone interview ever (as a writer) with an entertaining guy who conducts the most fascinating research on gender-specific marketing (to support the article idea brewing in my mind), but I didn’t do a tootin’ thing with the freelance article. Not that I needed a break. I just think fresh eyes (as fresh as two days can be) will give me better perspective. I won’t get to it tonight, either, as I’ve got a new yoga class til nine. Three days should be better than two, right?
Actually, I’m not that far away from it. There’s one sentence driving my mind batty (transitions from the intro don’t usually suck this bad) and I’m playing with it in infinite directions so this is my time to nail that baby down.
A writer’s mind never stops, does it?
Beth
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