I should know better than this.
It’s my own fault.
WHY did I do it? WHY did I say it?
WHY did I say that I had an ‘easy week’?
Damnit, damnit, damnit. You’d think I’d know better by now, what with my workload, my tendency to fill up my days with activities with the same furvor I use to empty my bank account. All of a sudden, my ‘easy week’ is now full of freelancing, last minute work requests, more freelancing and the desire to just lay in my bed and do nothing. Which doesn’t mesh very well, you see, my longing for laziness and the fact that I can be anything but.
When it rains it pours. Just like how when you get one date, you get four, when you have one freelancing article, you all of a sudden get six, and an entire magazine to edit, to boot. Not that I’m not excited – I desperately need the cashola, and haven’t really put a lot of emphasis on my ‘real’ writing as of late. So it’s a good thing, of course, a really good thing. It keeps my mind off the things that keep me up at night, the thoughts I’m trying to get out of my head that creep into my dreams and leave me restless, but it also adds a bit of anxiety to this already over-anxietied gal.
No more complaining. I’ll get through it, minus a bit of sleep, I’m sure, but honestly, I can’t wait. A regular column or two…well, that’s been on my to-do list for a few years now. And finally, it’s all coming together. So if you’re in the Atlanta area on September 25th, be sure to pick up “The Sunday Paper” and flip to the style section. I’ve got ya covered.
AubreySabala.com 
Reading through your weblog for the first time, I was a little uncomfortable for you, blogging very personal and heartfelt reports, even confessions, to a semi-anonymous chorus of surfing voyeurs. I’ve never believed in mainstream psychotherapy and felt this was similar, but potentially more painful, wearing your heart on your sleeve ‘for daws to peck at’. Of course, you are already a professional writer, where a major part of your life is a presentation for a paying public, and we are all on the stage to some extent. The blog is a bit like an amplifier of more ordinary relationships, I guess. What’s more, you have moved me enough to think a little, and to mail back, though I live many thousands of miles away and should be working. Forster once wrote “Only connect!”. I’d hope you can do better and connect only with the constructive responses from your chorus. Or ride with the feedback and be the Jimi Henrix of the web!