However you define a writer’s ‘work’, there’s always a day where you don’t quite get there – you don’t achieve what you were hoping you would. It may be because you’re distracted, burnt out, or in my case, simply at different stages in all your projects and unsure where to go from here.
Today, I’ve come to the realisation that sometimes, work just doesn’t work and as a freelancer, you have the freedom to accept this and try again later. Which is what I’m doing this afternoon. I’ve made myself a steaming mug of tea, and have On the Road by Jack Kerouac next to me, and I’m about to get stuck in.
This afternoon is my big gulp of air before I dive right back in, and try again tomorrow. I’m sure it happens to the best of us.
Until next time,