Turns Out There's Nothing Wrong with Combining Love and Money

A brief post tonight, my friends. I spent most of this evening writing. Just not blog-writing. For-actual-freaking-money-writing.

Making money doing something I enjoy so much I'd be doing it for free anyway? No wonder Stephen King is so damn happy.

Happy, or possibly psychotic. I can relate.

As I mentioned a while back, a company I used to work for offered me some freelance assignments while I was unemployed. Those are continuing, even now that I'm working again, because I committed to them. I keep my commitments. Also, there's money involved, and I love to keep money, too. OK, I love to make money. Keeping it seems to interest me less.

But most of all, I'm having a blast writing for my friend SuzyQ. I hope I'm doing a good job. Nobody over there has yelled at me yet. That could be because I work cheap. They could be ripping up my articles as soon as they read them and just paying me because it's easier than telling me I suck.

Geez, was Sylvia Plath this insecure? OK, bad example.

Anyway, it's hard to work full-time (I get to do some technical writing/editing there, too - yippee!) and do contract work and still blog. Especially since I've still got to Facebook, play Words with Friends, and remember I have a family on top of it all.

But it feels really, really, really good.

And when this assignment is done I'll be able to get back to long, rambling posts about squirrels and hipsters that don't make any money. Because...

...uh...

Oh yeah, love it so much I'd do it for free blah blah blah.

OK, so that's it for tonight. Until tomorrow, my Drunkards. Here's a piture of a hipster squirrel to tide you over.