I’m fighting a cold. I’m buried in receipts for a meeting with the tax preparer. I traveled across country this week. I had a busy few days at work. I had to get the car fixed. I had a lot of paperwork regarding upcoming jobs. I had to work out.
We all have excuses. But I vowed to update this blog at least once a week, more often when I had more to talk about. Since I finished the script last week and was deliberately taking a few weeks off from the script, I deserve a blog vacation, right?
Nope.
Gotta keep at it. Some great advice I once heard was that writing is a job, whether you get paid or not, and like all jobs there are days you don’t want to go to the office. It’s normal to feel that way. However, just because you don’t want to go to work means you can call in sick all the time. Without a boss, calling in sick for writing is easy to do. It’s a slippery slope.
That said, I usually put my blog entries out on Tuesday or Wednesday. And here it is, Saturday. Saturday evening. So I’m writing this post rather than watching the sunset with a cocktail in hand, or getting ready to go out to dinner. Nope. Gonna finish this post first.
Sure, finishing the post this late in the week is like showing up for your work shift with ten minutes left on your scheduled day. But so what…at least I came in to work at all.
Next week I’ll be on time, I promise. Please don’t fire me.
