Hittin' it hard...

Ah, Monday. Blessed Monday. I get to work again...

What a difference working for yourself makes. The last few years passed by in a comfortable gray haze. I imagine that Purgatory will be something like writing proposals for a living, with the possibility of more flames. You get up, cry in the shower for a little bit, watch more hair wash down the drain, get dressed, and go sit in your office chair. Then you cry some more.

What--I'm the only crier? Whatever. Liars.

Anyway, by 5:45 this morning I was already mnemonically memorizing my task list for the day. (I hate that certain corporatisms still infect my vocabulary. I say things like "task list" and "prioritize" and "action items.") My list got to about five items before I forced myself to stop.

Nonetheless, I love it. Word-of-mouth business is way, way up. Web site hits are up ten percent or so. (That will change--business comes in surges and then dies. Then I write panicky blog posts...) I have a lot of e-mail inquiries to get to, and February is starting to look like a busy month.

I may be back on the "National Expansion Plan" by May after all.

(Look for a post in the next couple of days bemoaning the lack of business. Heh).