How Not To Kill A Client

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How Not To Kill A Client 99% of the time, I love what I do. I’m a writer who doesn’t have to answer to anyone, but on the day-to-day, as an editor, there’s a plethora of crap that gets to me occasionally. There is a fine line between being professional and being a bitch. Some … Continue reading How Not To Kill A Client

Sleepless Nights & A Cold

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My fatal flaw of yesterday was falling asleep at some point during the later afternoon hours. Granted, it was a snowy/rainy day and seemed darker, and far later, than it actually was. I'd worked for 10 hours (I am halfway through the big manuscript and have already submitted part 1 of the second job back … Continue reading Sleepless Nights & A Cold

Brain Fog

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It feels like a horrible Monday, the way my brain is fogged up and refusing to fire on all cylinders. No, I haven’t been drinking, but apparently having a holiday in the middle of the week has screwed me up, BIG TIME. I did manage to get a lot of work done this morning. Considering … Continue reading Brain Fog

A Mood

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Every once in a while, or possibly more often, you get into a mood. It's usually because you don't feel well, haven't been able to get quality sleep, or because there's a shit-ton of crap going on in your life and you've had enough. For me, it is D) All of the above. It's not … Continue reading A Mood

Grey Days

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Waking up this morning, you never would have known it was 7:00 a.m. on a Saturday. It's so dark out that even though rain was not predicted, I suspect it is getting close. That's okay, because I like the grey days. A 'grey day' for most people might mean depression, but for me, it tends … Continue reading Grey Days

A Hard Week Ahead

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A Hard Week Ahead Seven years ago this week, my father passed away. He bravely battled various forms of cancer for 15 years. Eight years “clear”, cancer resurfaced. It continued to be a battle on and off for the remainder of his life, which ended at age 63. Way too young. From year-to-year, I have … Continue reading A Hard Week Ahead

Most Of The Shadows…

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Mid-Week Musings

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"This life, which had been the tomb of his virtue and of his honour, is but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing." -William Shakespeare I am … Continue reading Mid-Week Musings

There Are Days

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There are days, weeks, months even, when I have absolutely nothing to say. It doesn't mean I've shut down or that the thoughts and ideas in my head have stopped, it simply means I've got nothing to say. Sometimes it's very individualized. I have friends I speak with regularly that I do not tire of, … Continue reading There Are Days

Thoughts Through Other Eyes

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I am tired in a soul-deep, bone-deep way that I can’t quite explain. I know it is borne out of doing too much, too fast, without proper rest. Sometimes I forget that I have limitations due to Fibromyalgia/Chronic Pain and I simply want my normal life back. In turn, I suffer for every move I … Continue reading Thoughts Through Other Eyes