Mass Production
It’s been a good day today.
I got my 000 words written by 11 am, and this afternoon reviewed issue 4 of Polluto magazine — the review will appear soon– and this evening tore a friend’s synopsis to pieces (in a good cause, of course!).
In between I managed to replace the speakers on the new PC, help Kate get four bags of compost back from the garden centre, and most enjoyably went for lunch with Kate at the pub. As I drank my second pint and ate my fish and chips, I commented that this was one of the joys of being self-employed, sitting in the sun, watching the office workers bolting their food.
Kate corrected me: “This was the point of being self-employed.”
She’s right. But the sunshine wouldn’t have been half so enjoyable if I hadn’t got all that work done.
