This morning my writing genie incarnated itself into my daughter* and said 'Mum, after breakfast I will do some writing, not watch TV. Because that's what writers do. They write instead of watching TV.'
In my case, it's not so much TV as paid work that gets in the way, but she is spot on. It's funny as I was talking last night of not working for that particular client anymore, even though it would mean less money and CV filling, so I used that time to write instead. My problem has always been that writing does not pay but the rates I get from those guys are pathetic anyway so I have to be strong and learn to say no to the rubbish underpaid jobs.
That said, I just asked for a small extension until Monday. I'm fed up with the thing but I have put so much energy into it that I don't want to return something that's not as good as I could make it simply because of time pressure. I did not want to work this weekend, so it's a choice I'll have to pay the price of...
* The girl is copying the story of Rama from a little book on Diwali
gillo very kindly bought her about a year ago. It looks like the little one shares my enthusiasm for anything mythological. I find this lovely but a bit spooky as well. Is it normal that we are so similar in some ways? I am not forcing those things on her, I promise! I am NOT trying to create a mini me!