Yesterday was a busy day for me. I had two freelance interviews (with pictures needing to be taken) 90 miles apart, the first at 7:30 A.M, the second scheduled for 10:00 A.M. But to get the to the first one, I had to drive about 70 miles. All in all I ended up driving 204 before noon.
To get to that 7:30 interview, I planned to leave the house at 6:00 A.M. This would give me plenty of time to get there a bit early (as I always try to do with freelance interviews). Because the trip is mostly on two-lane roads the trip usually takes about 75 minutes. And of course I needed to stop at Starbucks.
But then just before I went to bed the night before, I realized I didn't have enough gas in the car. So I decided to leave at 5:45 to get gas. That meant getting up at 4:45 to be ready to go and have time to do the daily Facebook promotional work for my publisher. Best laid plans . . .
I woke up at 3:00 A.M. and couldn't go back to sleep. Finally got in the shower and left the house about 5:00. Got gas and treated myself to breakfast at a local diner and hit the road at about 6:00 A.M. This time of year it was pitch black and freezing cold (about 8 degrees F). Luckily the roads were bare and dry (if the weather had been bad, it would have been a miserable trip).
Got to the first interview early as I like to do. But then the subject showed up late (and he was the one who insisted on 7:30 A.M.). Got the interview done (and pictures taken) and scrambled to the next one, 90 miles away (and a different direction from home). I did take one exit wrong which cost a bit of time. When the interview was supposed to happen (10:00 A.M.) I was, according to my navigation system, about 25 miles away. I call the subject and let him know I was running late. He had no problem with that (I'd called him the day before and said I might be late).
Got that interview done and had to drive about 30 miles to home, going in a big triangle-shaped circuit, southeast, northwest, and then east to home.
Getting home I ate lunch and dove right in to writing the articles. It was nearly 3:00 P.M. when I was done. That's a 9-hour day going non-stop (except for some lunch). That's a lot for a semi-retired freelance writer and author.
Then I had Toastmasters at 5:30 to 6:30. Came home and fell asleep in my recliner around 8:00 P.M. I was tired.
I love writing and I really enjoy freelancing (except when people won't return my calls I get a bit stressed). Freelancing lets me practice my craft, make a little extra money, and meet interesting people. Sometimes when you're dealing with corporations it can be frustrating. Earlier this month I was debating if freelancing was worth it. But then I remembered January of this year when I had no freelance work and was bored to tears. But days like yesterday, while rare, are both fun and hard work, two things not mutually exclusive.
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