Life during a pandemic is rarely predictable. Of course life, in general, is rarely predictable. As we discussed last week.
Or was it two weeks ago? The days are starting to blend together.
Anyway, this week(ish) I got hit with a massive schedule change due to my primary client reopening after securing a federal loan, requests to make 10 elastic masks on my finicky sewing machine with no elastic available in the state of Ohio, and a resurgence of some of my favorite clients coming back for basic services. So, all good stuff.
Then I misfiled piece of government paperwork that I had to chase down to ensure it didn’t become a bigger problem, and deal with all the problems that have come with the state tentatively reopening it’s doors again. Like the fact that half our state has decided that, despite being in the midst of a unknown, fatal, airborn disease, they’re just not going to wear a mask. Because… freedoms?
That’s not even counting the various personal issues and disasters that have had me sidelined since my last post.
I’ve managed to get through everything, and it looks like – hopefully! – this week will be a little more sedate.
But as I’m typing this update at 5:00am, completely exhausted, I have to find some measure of sick humor in the fact that I made last week’s post about overcoming adversity in your writing… was it two weeks ago?
OK. That’s it.
There’s a time for quietly contemplating lessons learned in failure, and then there’s getting back on the blasted horse.
I’ve written complex, delicate, moving copy for some of the best nonprofits and companies in the country, and I’ve done it on some of the tightest deadlines possible.
I’m not going to be defeated by two cover letters.
I’ve got to get the submissions for Saranac and One Story out by the end of the month. The end of the month is coming fast. So I’m getting them done today.
I’m going to pull a Caity Weaver at TGI Friday’s and give you an hour-by-hour breakdown of how I pull this off tomorrow.
I’ll see you in 24 hours.