the cobbler's children...

...are the last to be shod.

Which explains why I have been neglecting my own poor blog. 

I've actually been paid to write!   

Not my first love, speculative fiction (sorry D.H.), but still.

As a matter of fact, I've actually been paid to write blog posts. 

I'm a professional blogger.

What a weird world.

It's been fun, but after I've pounded out 22 articles on Lean Six Sigma in 5 days, well, just got no juice left for my own blog.  (Hi, M.S.!  It was fun, and I'll get right on those edits...)

So far I've managed to get really great clients.  This week I worked on a fun little script for a series of training videos.  (Gosh, I love the Internet!  The Internet is a writer's BFF.)  And my hourly rate on that job was actually enough to pay the baby-sitter!  Woot.  I'm really hoping and hoping that this client picks me up again, because I had a blast & it's just about the amount of work I want to do these days. 

Honestly, I really think this work suits me.  I like working at home (no commute), the researching and writing is fun, and when I can actually get a decent hourly rate it makes me feel like I'm on Cloud Nine.  (What does that mean, anyway???  On Cloud Nine???  Maybe I'll Google it.)

So, those of you who know (or are) my family will have realized this a while back, but...

I'm turning into my dad. 

That's not a bad thing, just not what I expected out of life.  (When I was a kid -- by which I mean, up to and beyond college, in fact into the early days of my marriage and grad school --  I always assumed I would turn into my mom.  Over the past few years I've made my peace with the fact that I didn't, haven't, and won't... but it's still a surprise when I realize that I'm turning into my dad instead.)

My dad is a self-employed free-lance writer who sits in his home office typing all day, and nowadays almost never even meets with clients in person.  (The Internet, y'know.)  I'm so totally turning into him it's not even funny. 

But honestly, it does suit.  And in a couple of years, when Littlest Brother is in school, I won't even need to pay the baby-sitter, much. 

So.  Gotta go.  Have to write 2 articles for my music blog client, and revise 2 articles for my Lean Six Sigma client. 

Toodle-oo.