I’ve got three stories to write today because I like to wait until the day they’re all due to get them done and filed. I tell myself that it must be better to do them ahead of deadline, but I can’t be sure because I never have. Good thing they’re all off the top of my head and don’t require extensive research or sources. Take my intrepid bus/bike trip yesterday: I neglected to mention that a big part of my motivation was that it’s worth $100 if I can wring 750 words out of it, which I surely will, no problem.
Of course I sat around yesterday when I had nothing to do here at my “real” job checking your blogs every five minutes, reading every moderately interesting Salon article and passing the time by writing reviews of books I read 10 years ago for my nascent goodreads.com page. And today, of course, now that I need to write these pieces of crap somebody’s misguided enough to pay me for, I’m getting piles of work shoveled my way. I’m not really complaining, I guess, since despite all that I’m still sitting here typing out a post for you people. Such is my dedication. And my penchant for ill-advised diversion.
Seriously, I’ve got a lot of shit to do here now that I think about it. Do you think my employer minds that I spend my workday using their computer to blog and write articles on the side for extra cash? Yeah, I don’t see what the problem is, either.
By the way, the return leg of my journey yesterday went fine and I even stopped by the library to pick up a book (The Omnivore’s Dilemma, by Michael Pollan) after being shamed into it by Meaghan the goodreads Nazi. She likes reading. It’s fundamental.