So, on top of writing, I work two jobs. One is grading customer service calls for a phone company so that the big wigs can track what their agents are doing. The other is pushing Signature collection and Delicious smelling candles at Bath and Body Works.
I worked twelve hours today. Eight hours listening to calls and four selling soap. I was planning to come home and write after job one. Get some edits done. Just relax.
Didn't so much happen.
Writing takes a lot of commitment, there is no denying that. I honestly wish that I could afford to only have one job, and be able to focus more time on my book. Especially now that I seem to be getting more hours at BBW. Sure, I could be writing now, but my mind is so fried that I'm lucky to be blogging without misspellings.
I don't think I'll have much chance to write this weekend, either. I work tomorrow, have a call in on Sunday and church revival tomorrow night and most of the day on Sunday. I want a day where I don't have to do ANYTHING. AT ALL. FOR SEVERAL DAYS. Maybe then I'd have the energy to write.
And on that note, ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ