I keep telling everyone I’m quitting working, then something comes up. I finally decided to stop editing even fiction manuscripts except for a very few clients. This year, I told myself, This year I will finish it.
But as usual, something came up. The startup where my husband worked shut down. So I’ve taken on three more manuscripts to pay the bills. Only one is fiction; nonfiction pays so much better I had to take it. But if I had to pick from former clients to work with, these would be the guys. So I look forward to working with them again.
But unfortunately, that means that I’m not going to have time to work on my manuscript much again. I worry these days about it; I have another birthday in ten days. I really must finish and sent this out. Sigh…
The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agley.