My head is swimming. It doesn’t even have much to do with work today. After being away for a week, I put my head down and got right down to it. I got posts scheduled for clients, announcements finalized and published, and a nomination application draft sent to another client for feedback. It’s been a busy day!
The problem is my head is still in the clouds. Darn jet lag has my brain feeling mushy. Here’s hoping it’ll come in for a landing shortly!
Time has a way of ebbing and flowing. Every time I think I am one step closer to ‘making it’, a stumbling block humbles me all over again. Thus it goes in the writing world. I shouldn’t be surprised.
I cannot complain though. Life has been busy with more than just work and having those extra hours to devote to family plans and emergencies is one of the reasons why I have stayed with the job of Freelance Writer. Perhaps my most recent ebb has more to do with the universe knowing I need time to process life?
It really isn’t as dire as I let myself believe at times though. While one client scales back, another is ready to ramp things up in the new year. And while a client is parting ways with the founders of her company, they both look forward to new projects and have asked for my help and insight along the way. That kind of sounds like more work overall, if I think about it that way.
In the interim, I am given the temporary gift of time. As a writer, that leaves me vulnerable to too many time-sucking distractions; ie. Facebook, Twitter, the endless stream of memes on cats and the US election. Ack! It’s a hazard of the job though, when I need to wade through it to fulfil my mandate of content curation for clients. And I still have some who like all my treehugger posts!
I just have to remember my internal pep talk on the days that I falter. You know the drill. I should be writing. I should be editing my novel. I shouldn’t be looking for ways to eliminate grass-stains from my kids jeans, but Oh! I could share the hack to reduce my plastic dependence on a client’s page! Head down. Move On!
It’s hard not to get sucked in, but what I really think I need to do is stop worrying so much. If I need more clients, I need to contact people who might send me in the right direction of some. If I want to write my own independent pieces, perhaps I need to spend a morning brainstorming ideas of what to write about and where to solicit those ideas to. Or perhaps I should recalculate my daily schedule and slate in some mandatory editing, instead of hoping that the hours and whims will strike me at more regular intervals.
I know all of these things, and yet I allow myself to wallow in doubt and self-pity. Take the bull by the horns Katherine! Set a schedule, pencil in a coffee date alone, and with some key contacts. Go for a walk. The fresh air and vibrant fall colours do wonders to melt away worry (and maybe an extra pound or two that dogs you for sitting in front of your computer all day). And whatever else I might do, I have to remember to give myself these occasional pep talks to keep me going.
One of the perks of working from home is the ability to leave home when I want to. Today, I dropped off the kids at school, picked up a book from the library, then headed home to do some social media work for clients. Twitter reminded me it was National Coffee Day though and suddenly I wanted one. Sure I could have brewed up a pot at home, but I also remembered it was market day at my favourite farmer’s market.
Drab weather be darned, I headed out!
Now I sit in a busy cafe, sipping a latte and wondering how else to fill my afternoon. Should I go home and clean off my desk? Fall cleaning for the home office is on my to-do list. Perhaps I should wander around downtown and snap a few pictures to fill albums with fresh content? I am always in need of pictures to highlight blog posts and other social media updates. Is there a story just waiting to be discovered right here in this room, if I look and listen hard enough? Stories are everywhere.
I think I will sit for a few minutes more and think about that…
The minutes are counting down on the week of summer camp for the girls. They have sweated through a hot one, as temperatures have been in the 30s most days, with the humidex topping out at 46°C this afternoon.
Coming home has been no help though, as the a/c died at my house. Inside temperatures have climbed to a balmy 29°C despite a fan blowing the hot air around in the living room.
Despite the insipid heat, I have done my best to get as much done as possible while the girls have been away. I ticked off personal items from the to-do list—haircut, oil change, brakes—and kept up with work-related items as well. Social media never quits in this day and age, no matter the weather! I even fit in a business lunch with a client who is going to be retiring at the end of the year, but is looking to shake things up for herself in the new year. You might see some new posts about her upcoming play later this year!
Really though, I am done with this heat. Open windows do nothing to cool the house off overnight and everyone and everything is wilted. I don’t know how I came up with the energy to write, but the week is now done and rain is supposed to wash some of the humidity away this weekend. I think that deserves a toast.