Blessings and Curses of Owning the Time Clock
One of my greatest pleasures—and pains—is ordering my own workday.
I love making my own schedule, and breaking it, too. But I must admit, the consequences are a bit harder to take when you’re your own boss. Who do you blame for mismanagement?
I, of course, blame my dog. If it wasn’t for those untimely bathroom breaks, I could get a lot more done.
Molly at 7 weeks (she just turned 2 on Sept 3rd
Don’t buy it? Neither does my puppy.
But today, I have focus! I’ve started on a new book and it’s going very well. The idea came to me Saturday evening after an unsuccessful week of trying to make myself stay glued to my chair to edit a dark, complex story that I really love. Apparently, the beginning of Autumn encourages my ADD tendencies and an intricate plot is not in my immediate future.
Yes, this is one of those times when I would much rather ‘have written’ than ‘be writing.’ Try explaining that one to my supervisor in charge of productivity. {that would be me, again}
So, on Saturday, I started a new project, all shiny bright, and straight forward.
Did you catch the day I began this project? Saturday? The weekend? I’m also writing today, Labor Day, an official holiday.
If you see my boss, be sure to mention my dedication as shown by working weekends, okay?
BTW, I need a name for the ex-husband in this story. Suggestions?
