So I vowed to kick the freelance writing career into high gear. I would finish reading Steve Brewer’s books over vacation to prep for an interview Jon Jordan asked me for in September. I would work on the new novel. I would open up my shiny new Writer’s Market and look for markets that would fund another drunken island-hopping spree in Lake Erie.
What’d I do?
Build web sites.
Yeah. Mike, Nerraux, you were right, You have to be insane to make this part of your freelance bag of tricks. Fortunately, no one has ever questioned my sanity. They just assume it’s not there.
In my own defense, though, I procrastinated on both sites.
Today, I sit on the couch, drink beer, and scratch myself while watching Battlestar Galactica: Razor on DVD.
