I'm so glad it's Friday. I've been dog-tired this week -- the kind of tired that isn't just physical. It's soul-tired, and as is often the case with me, I couldn't really say for sure why I feel this way. There's nothing crazy going on in my personal life. I'm not overworked, burnt out, or frustrated with any of my clients right now. My brain appears to be chewing on something, though, even if it's just doing that weird thing it does and chewing on itself.
One way I know this is the positively bizarre dreams I've been having at night. They don't make much sense, but they come with intense emotions that don't fit the dreams' events whatsoever. For instance, the other night, I was dreaming about a bunch of young priests eating mashed potatoes on a bus. Something about this scanned as very ominous and was giving me horrible anxiety. And then some of them started putting gravy on the mashed potatoes, which was apparently such cause for alarm that I woke myself up out of a sound sleep. Hopefully, I'll go back to sleeping well and having normal dreams soon.
Thankfully, I could kind of see the writing on the wall with my energy levels earlier in the week, so I decided not to fill my schedule but so full as I moved closer to the weekend. As a result, I don't have any freelancing obligations to take care of today and can focus on my own writing for a change -- one reason I'm updating this blog on a Friday instead of leaving it until some point over the weekend or even Monday. It's cloudy out, and I'm just sitting here in my nice, dark room vibing to some Taylor Swift -- not a bad way to end a week at all.
Earlier in the month, I actually had a few days when I was feeling positively invincible, so I sent some Medium pitches I've been chickening out over for the better part of a year now. One was to The Writing Cooperative. I absolutely adore that pub, but they're notoriously picky, so I was really anxious about sending them a piece for consideration. I'm glad I did, though, as they queued it up for publication after a few light edits. It will be going live this coming week, which I'm really excited about.
I also approached P.S. I Love You, asking to be added as a writer and presenting one of my unpublished drafts for consideration. That went a lot better than I'd hoped. Not only was I added as a writer, but they also published my draft after a round of minor edits. It's doing really well, too -- really the only one of my articles that is right now, as I haven't had anything pop in a while. That's gratifying in more ways than one. Not only have I wanted to write for that pub for the longest time, but I love that some of the little anecdotes I turn into Medium stories actually resonate with other people.
This particular article was about my college boyfriend and what happened when he decided to contact me on Facebook 20 years later. I've written plenty of others about when I was married to Greg, things I learned when I was working retail for a living, and so many other things. If you have a gift for making such things engaging enough, they do wonderfully on Medium, which is excellent for me. That's precisely the kind of writing I like doing most, so I'm glad I've found a new home for it.
Making a little money doing it has meant I can justify carving out more time in my schedule to explore different aspects of my own writing, as well. There's still a lot to be anxious about, especially with the pandemic still raging on, but life has been good to me lately. I have much more to be grateful for than upset about, to say the very least.
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