Another week of the good ‘ol 9-5 is set to begin, or in my case, some 7-4’s, 8:00-4:30s, and maybe even a 7:30-6:30. My position as a copywriter is one I am proud of; my creative aspirations are paying off and I get to tap into the exuberant parts of my mind that I cherish so much. I won’t lie and say everyday is like peaches and cream – sometimes I encounter dull tasks, or things I really hate doing, but that’s life right?
It’s 9:00, and this story I’ve been working on still isn’t finished. It’s 9:00, and I’m worried about the word count – maybe I should worry about going to bed… It’s 9:02, and I’m still thinking about this story. I should take a break; I’ve put a lot into it today and I don’t want to overthink, overstress, and overwrite. It’s 9:03, and I’m trying to think of a better word than “overwrite.” Is there such a thing? I suppose there’s not. It’s 9:04, and I’m going to give my brain a break. It’s 9:04, and I have an angelic voice next to me saying random words trying (and succeeding) to make…