You can hate me if you like.
Ever since I started freelancing, Sunday nights have not gotten any better; I still dislike them. They’re all about not doing something, and instead getting ready for Monday.
But I like Mondays now. It’s this chance to reassess where I am, freelancing, and kind of start all over again.
–The sad part about this comes from how I feel about weekends now. I have trouble balancing the need to get work done and the need to spend time with my family or just plain screw around. I always set too many goals for my week, and when I hit the weekend, I spend days going, “Should I spend more time with Lee and Ray, or should I work my ass off to try to get this all done?”
But Monday? Monday’s the day when I get to make those goals. “Wouldn’t it be nice if I finished editing my novel this week? And write 40K on the work-for-hire project? And write a short story? And work on the murder mystery game idea that’s been giving me fits for months?”