with Mir Kamin
I'm a freelance writer and mother of two working from home, which theoretically means I can set my own schedule so as to best accommodate my family. In reality, "flexible hours" often equals "working too much." Yes, I'm my own boss; no, that doesn't mean life is easy. It's hard to leave the office when you live there. But I love what I do and feel very lucky. And not just because I get paid to work in my pajamas.
To learn more about Mir, check out her profile on Work It, Mom! or visit her blog at http://www.wouldashoulda.com/
Have you ever seen one of those videos of people dropping Mentos into big bottles of Diet Coke? No? Here you go. You’re welcome.
The reason I have the whole Coke/Mentos thing on the brain is because what happens to those bottles of soda is more or less what’s happening to my (previously well-ordered) world this week. And probably next week.
Monday morning, everything I own which I’ve not managed to throw away, donate to Goodwill, or foist off on unsuspecting people who walk into my house (”Take this air conditioner. You want it! TAKE IT!”) is being loaded onto a huge truck and taken over a thousand miles to our new home. Despite my best efforts to balance work and this rather major life change, to say that I am feeling discombobulated would be a bit of an understatement.
So! No sage words of wisdom from me, today. Instead, here’s some pointers to places I go when I need some wisdom or some giggles or both.
I’m not an aspiring novelist, but I know a lot of writers who are. Most writers I know (novelists or not) are mourning the loss of the most excellent Miss Snark blog, which recently shut down. (If you didn’t used to read it, well then, go enjoy the archives.) Thankfully, the Evil Editor is still plugging away, showing us that no matter how crappy your recent work turned out, there are still plenty of people out there writing even worse tripe.
As a freelancer, I particularly enjoy the comments of Craigslist Curmudgeon. Again, when you need a little pick-me-up, there’s nothing quite like proof that really, it’s not you, it’s them.
I’ll be back next week, perhaps with tales from the truly mobile office.
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