June 23. Tomorrow I go home. Still feels I’m just beating my head on the keyboard. It can’t be right if it feels this tortured getting it out… That’s it–I’m throwing it out! Starting this scene over. Only one day till I go home and back to the real world and my job.
Sigh. Job. They sent me two projects this weekend. I’m a freelancer…which strikes me as a bit of an oxymoron right now, ’cause I feel chained, not free!