People with big houses, fancy cars and fat bank accounts don’t make me blink. Women with new, hip clothes and hair without frizz don’t either. What makes me green with envy is that she was able to write 500 words effortlessly. Maybe I could have handle the 500 words a day part, but the effortlessly got to me.
The reason I’ve been sitting here all morning, accomplishing nothing more than a “Hi Mum” email. It’s one of those days.
Tomorrow I’m sure my fingers will be flying across the keyboard once again and I’ll be making fantastic progress on my proposal, articles and emails. But for whatever reason today I’m just not writing much of anything, especially not 500 effortless words.
Exactly how many hours until tomorrow?
The Chronicles of Girl at Play began in April 2001 as a way for me to chronicle my leaving a successful corporate position to become a self-employed writer.
