like your average working man i come to friday with a sense of relief - i made my money, i get to rest now. friday evening traffic is a little edgier than most nights and it's a good night to get off the street in my humble opinion. I did well in my new job (door dash) and now i'm worn out and need to set and sleep a little. things are busy - a lot of dashing could be done - but i'm not doing it, rather staying home, puppy on lap, reflecting.
in general i find evenings much more lucrative in the doordash biz. people pay more for dinner, have it hauled farther, and pay better tips. In the mornings i'm hauling big macs across town for two bucks, no tip, in the evening i'm taking a better dinner way out to knoxville and another one back, and making more on tips from that alone than from the morning jaunts. not that we're talking big money. and the car is going to wear out, and the gas will eat up the profits. but i'm in the groove at the moment and glad to be able to create a couple hundred bucks with what's left of my worn-out knees and legs.
it causes all kinds of changes to the writing biz. for one thing, i have much less patience for reading random indie writing, when i have piles of things to do, money to make, a full plate of responsibilities. reading was a luxury i can no longer afford. i have to focus my attention on making money and allocating our resources so that we don't go broke. my wife has thrown up her hands and begged for my help in this and i've responded by first, figuring out how to make $140-$250/wk. driving around, and second, going through the budget and figuring out what we can cut. It will be a slow but painful process and I may find other ways of raising money. but from the writing point of view, i may have to write things that sell as opposed to things I like, like history. my days of indulging in family history may be over too.
all this happened just as i was deep in the writing process, following the leverett family through the civil war - they were in nebraska and illinois at the time - and i couldn't just set it down. instead i'll probably finish it in some form or another and publish soon, hopefully in march. but after that i'll lean toward things that make money - novels actually do the best - and write more of that kind, if i can bring myself to do it. unfortunately the more i force stuff like that on myself, the less successful i am, generally. it might be better to let myself do what i want.
my wife is suffering terrible back pain. we are getting old. this idea of getting our kids out of the house has just about wiped her out. i am going to try to hang in there for everyone's good, though. i may have to see her through some rough times here pretty soon.
one thing about getting old is being aware of your limits. there are things that we can do but probably shouldn't. we took on ten children and did the best we could with them, and now finally, we look back on a long and rocky trail. they have to be able to manage without us. this will be easier for some than for others.
outside, firetrucks and ambulances just went by, northbound, screaming. i went out to look but they were already out of sight; whatever it was, was way out north. i've given up my reading for the night. i did well with driving, not so well with writing my history book; maybe that will happen some more tomorrow. a little push won't hurt, and a good night's sleep.
in general i find evenings much more lucrative in the doordash biz. people pay more for dinner, have it hauled farther, and pay better tips. In the mornings i'm hauling big macs across town for two bucks, no tip, in the evening i'm taking a better dinner way out to knoxville and another one back, and making more on tips from that alone than from the morning jaunts. not that we're talking big money. and the car is going to wear out, and the gas will eat up the profits. but i'm in the groove at the moment and glad to be able to create a couple hundred bucks with what's left of my worn-out knees and legs.
it causes all kinds of changes to the writing biz. for one thing, i have much less patience for reading random indie writing, when i have piles of things to do, money to make, a full plate of responsibilities. reading was a luxury i can no longer afford. i have to focus my attention on making money and allocating our resources so that we don't go broke. my wife has thrown up her hands and begged for my help in this and i've responded by first, figuring out how to make $140-$250/wk. driving around, and second, going through the budget and figuring out what we can cut. It will be a slow but painful process and I may find other ways of raising money. but from the writing point of view, i may have to write things that sell as opposed to things I like, like history. my days of indulging in family history may be over too.
all this happened just as i was deep in the writing process, following the leverett family through the civil war - they were in nebraska and illinois at the time - and i couldn't just set it down. instead i'll probably finish it in some form or another and publish soon, hopefully in march. but after that i'll lean toward things that make money - novels actually do the best - and write more of that kind, if i can bring myself to do it. unfortunately the more i force stuff like that on myself, the less successful i am, generally. it might be better to let myself do what i want.
my wife is suffering terrible back pain. we are getting old. this idea of getting our kids out of the house has just about wiped her out. i am going to try to hang in there for everyone's good, though. i may have to see her through some rough times here pretty soon.
one thing about getting old is being aware of your limits. there are things that we can do but probably shouldn't. we took on ten children and did the best we could with them, and now finally, we look back on a long and rocky trail. they have to be able to manage without us. this will be easier for some than for others.
outside, firetrucks and ambulances just went by, northbound, screaming. i went out to look but they were already out of sight; whatever it was, was way out north. i've given up my reading for the night. i did well with driving, not so well with writing my history book; maybe that will happen some more tomorrow. a little push won't hurt, and a good night's sleep.
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