It’s much harder to concentrate at night. For me, at least.
It’s much more tempting to shop online, read blogs, check celebrity news … hmm, who was Mindy Kaling’s ex? … Then you slap yourself and remember that you’re wasting time. Your manta must become: “The longer I frig around on the internet, the longer I’m going to be sitting here.”
The only real benefit is that you’re not snacking in front of the TV, so I’ll go as far to say that working late = skinny? Maybe? Hopefully?
You are wasting your precious kids-in-bed time, and it’s sad. What a sad, sad, sad waste of a few hours of free time. The TV is lonely. The couch is crying fuzzy tears.
You don’t get overtime when you’re self-employed. You just get … to stay employed.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)