A Day in the Life of a Freelance Writer
I apologize in advance for the length, but not really. I vblog like I write – it’s either 2,000 words or nothing at all.
[Cross-posted at Killing Batteries]
(And Sometimes Saint Paul)
I apologize in advance for the length, but not really. I vblog like I write – it’s either 2,000 words or nothing at all.
[Cross-posted at Killing Batteries]
dude, you type like a 3 y ear old and there is an obscene amount of alcohol in your apartment.
Doo-doo is funnier.
And I’m digging the Audrey Hepburn print from IKEA.
Google Reader: a major time-sucker.
Don’t forget about Google Alerts!
My day is almost exactly the same, except with less drinking.
And no hand puppet sex.
Evan – Correction: I type like someone who started writing at age 33.
Nayana – Good eye. Get to IKEA now and again, do you?
Ed – I’ve had to lay down the law with Google Reader (a habit that I blame entirely on that round of comments on your blog from a few weeks back, by the way, thanks guy). I’m only allowed to look before 10am and after 7pm. No exceptions.
Alexis – Try hand puppet sex. Gets the creative juices flow, among other things.
OK, “two hour nap”? This from the master napper, the king of the ONE hour nap?
Plus I think you should have showed the little elves that creap in and write all the words for you after you go to sleep. Set your camcorder to record them next time!
Well done you Jackhole
Kitty!
That is what my day looks like except in business casual. We also have the same cabinets… were you in my apartment?