Just one of them, but still. I quit.
Here's what happened. I worked and worked and worked and then I had babies and when I went back to work I did it part time - you know, for the babies - and I figured as long as I was working part time I would try writing more as part of my work.
Which worked, but not enough. So when a new client came along that was really pretty dreamy in every possible way, I said yes. And it's been great.
MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE RANCH....
I missed writing.
So I quit the job. And here we are.
Today is Day One After The Last Day At Work. I have submitted a column.
The thing about writing is that once you start, it's hard to stop. So I've sent my column and - I hope you don't feel used - I can't simmer down.
There are only so many facebook updates I can post without looking desperate. That's what blogs are for. I don't worry about not looking desperate here. It's kind of a given.
Besides all that, I've missed you. Can we be friends again?
Will you come help me fold all this laundry?
your highly caffeinated friend,