Around
about this time last week I got my first ever job as a freelance writer - 7 x
4.5 minute shows for broadcast. Despite creating
for broadcast in my day job, it felt like validation that I am in fact a real,
authentic, genuine writer. Up until the
commission I had reassured myself I was ‘definitely a writer’ by staring at the
word count (82,000) of my work in progress novel and the fact I write that on a
MacBook.
It’s
a miracle I got any writing work at all as there’s no proof of any recent
scribings on this here blog, I’ve been so consumed with the novel that keeping
this up-to-date just didn’t factor in.
Having
thought about it, I’ve decided it won’t hurt to get away from my page a night
of ‘the book’ after work routine now and again. So expect to see more posts than my usual once a year. Exciting.
Love!!
ReplyDeleteAnd it's all thanks to you Mr Harding that I got the kick up the bottom I needed to be more productive!
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