It’s hard to work today with the sun and the warmth calling me outside. The balcony door is open and I can sit next to it without having to put a sweater on. Even the cat is outside, on the balcony, taking in the sun. But I’m a freelancer and a freelancer who doesn’t meet a deadline is a freelancer who doesn’t get paid, so here I am, typing away, working on a romantic comedy. I think I’ll send the characters out for a stroll in a park.
Living vicariously
