Dipping My Big Toe in

So, last week I left town for a total of two days—an afternoon, a full day in the middle, and a morning on the back side—yet for some reason, I feel like I’ve been gone a lifetime. Perhaps it has something to do with returning home at the end of last week to—gulp—work. Don’t worry; it’s the same old deal. I’m still here trying to network my way to a productive freelance business-writing business, and since I was away for a portion of the week, I entered the house Friday afternoon feeling guilty enough to jump right into edits on a brochure project that has been trickling along (not by my choice). Then I granted myself a weekend off.

I dove head first into yesterday after receiving word that my proposal for a good-sized job has been accepted. Then came a networking call to learn about a specific business network, after which I began writing a new brochure, featuring the resume writing portion of LCS Writes. A kind friend told me if I create the piece, he’ll display it in the lobby of his employment firm. As I muddled through all this, I asked myself, “What about Middle Passages?”

Phone interviews take preparation though, so I jotted down questions for a scheduled conversation with a resume candidate—followed by a trip to the post office to open a business PO Box. Then it was on to more back-end work—writing proposals and invoices and updating spreadsheets, after which I conducted the actual phone interview. It all has to take priority.

I had a dread, when I took a short break last week that it would be difficult to dive into the Middle Passages routine when I returned, and I was right. As a result, yesterday’s post was a poorly edited regurgitation of one of my first essays, written when I was just beginning to understand the phrase “compelled to write.” Today’s post is that much worse.

Bear with me as I rediscover how to swim.