I am slowly slogging through an editing job: a textbook on Judaism. I just reread my post from August 10 when I had grand plans of doing my own work in the morning and editing this book (and then another one due in in a few weeks) in the afternoon.
Ha ha, very funny.
I should just retire. But getting those occasional checks in the mail—which might well sponsor me on a walkabout in Tasmania pretty soon, for example—is darn nice.
It's also good to feel self-sufficient. Even if "my money" all goes into the vacation fund—since we have always had a single account. No his and hers for us. Maybe that's old-fashioned, but it's worked so far. (And granted: if I had to support myself? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!)
David makes a fine income. We don't need my paltry paychecks.
Believe me, freelance editing can't exactly support a family of five. Especially given what three of this family spend at the pet store. Yoiks! The animals eat better than I would if I had to support myself (see mirth above).
Yesterday at my writing group I was, however, momentarily guilted into at least thinking about doing "my work" for an hour a day. That should be possible, right?
It didn't happen today, though.
Do you believe it's possible for me to substitute "my work" for mind-numbing computer games? Do you? If so, give me some pointers.
As for tomorrow: it'll be transcribing some interviews, taping a new interview, and editing more Judaism. I'm going to try very hard to stay away from the computer games, however.