Perhaps it’s the post-vacation blues. Or maybe it’s freelance-itis. But at 2pm today, about 24-hours after I returned “home” to Las Vegas, I had a crushing sense of panic and depression. It’s just so lonely being a writer. And the lack of structure is overwhelming. Now, I’m grateful for everything, but gratitude doesn’t pay the bills or cover the insanity-inducing drone of a fan spinning slowly in a silent room. To all you freelancers out there, have you ever felt this way?
My solution is to go to the gym and then return to the computer with a fresh attitude. Any other tips?