I’m going to stop pretending I’m retired. Come on – really?
Frist, there were two big features to write and get out today. Done. Then as I’m walking with Abby late this afternoon, thinking my day is done, I get a call on my cell. “We’re going to press – we dont’ have a front page story. Can you do ne? Fast? Like – now?”
And what did I say? Of course, I’ll do it. Got back home 45 minute later, picked up the phone, interviewed the guy, wrote the story and shipped it out by (let’s see – what time is it? – 4.40 p.m.)
Not bad, if I do say so myself.
I tell myself that I don’t like to work like this – panic situations and so on. But given my results (all my life) I’d have to say I must like them because I attract them. What I thoroughly admit to is loving the feeling of being a hero by pulling this stuff off. So there – I am not retired. I am working slightly less but I am doing what I love – writing, sometimes to crazy deadlines.
Tomorrow morning I am back to the new book. And I’ll be doing it all day – well, except for the few minutes I hae to spend watching the results of The Voice. Other than that – creative writing. And really – what’s more fun than that?