I am sore. My neck, my back, and for some reason, my ankle—just one of them. I need a nice hot bath. I need a massage. I need my body worked until it’s relaxed and limp like a wet noodle.
I did score a phone interview for the copywriter opening. They must’ve liked my sample.
I often start with an empty page or screen, thinking “How am I ever going to do this?”
So I just do it. I start. Pretty soon, I’m brimming with ideas about how to make it good, then how to make it better.
I’m one of those writers where I can’t sit there and let a task overwhelm me. I have to just get down and do it.
And once it’s done, I wonder why I was ever worried about it. Writing is so much fun.
Getting paid to write about food? Bonus!