You know, I love to write; really, I do. [As much procrastination and moaning and groaning I do, it's hard to tell, I know.] I've only been seriously pursuing this goal since May and, to be honest, there are days when I just feel my creativity lagging. Like it's lost somewhere inside this gray mass I call my brain or oozing out of my ears.
Take NaNoWriMo for instance. It's not a difficult task. Write for a month (duh). Well, I didn't complete it. I had no concrete hopes of reading 50K but man, it would have been nice. In my defense, I was working on a potential freelance job for a week (I didn't get the job, btw, but that's okay). Now though, I'd rather read the stack of books on the floor beside my bed.
Wouldn't it be nice to get paid to read books or manuscripts because right now, that sounds like heaven. [Stupid brain -- grrrr]
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Professional reader or professional shopper. I'd take either. Oh heck, I'd do both for free.
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