I realized today that it has been five years since I quit freelance writing.
Five years!
And in that five years I haven't written anything more comprehensive than a grocery list except here on my blog.
(Well, that's excluding porn.)
The problem with only writing on my blog is that when I have something I want to write about, that doesn't belong here, I feel stifled. I don't have a personal journal. I don't have a paper journal. My blog has been the depository for all of my fleeting thoughts and feelings. Now my real life and my blog life have crossed too many lines.
I don't know of any other writer who confines all of his or her writing to one place.
It's about time I opened up Word and started writing just for me. Maybe then I will be able to sleep.
And it will distract me from computing how much I could have earned in the last five years if I hadn't quit my freelance gigs.
That's six articles a week...at an average of sixty bucks a pop...plus the occasional brochure and ad copy...
This is where my mind goes whenever the kids' tuition bill arrives.
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