Thoughts between gasps for fresh inspiration. . . |
Well, I thought I finally hit pay dirt. DueNow.com, that I'd been registered with as a writer, finally offered a paper to write that I felt competant to do. It was a paper for a business management class, and had to do with readings in the book "Good to Great". I learned a lesson. Don't offer to write at the speed of light. This guy gave 12 hours notice for a paper that was probably assigned a month ago. I bought the book, did over 12 hours of research, had the paper half finished, then my client disappeared back into cyberspace. It was a $45 job, but I don't think I'm gonna make a cent. I've got another customer, who is helping me, like I'm supposed to be helping her. It's a ten page paper, but I feel like this paper will get written, submitted, and I'll get paid for it. I'm just really miffed at that business management guy. He won't graduate to be anybody's manager, as far as I can tell, so I should just let it flow like water off a duck's back. Quack him! I've had a week of personal problem upon personal problem. It can immobilize me, and I'm fighting not to go down into a bipolar puddle. I'll be okay, cause my companion animals are such good listeners. Off to investigate the decline of the honeybee. . . |