Being a freelancer is so weird. I worked all day today. I'm sure of it. But again, I find myself at the end of the day having trouble finding something to point to and say, "I did that. Here's what I accomplished." Furthermore, I never left the house. It's a bizarre feeling. But here's what I *think* went down.
I updated my calendar through June. This took nearly three hours.
I sent about thirty emails to prospective students and producers and writers and actors.
I spoke with my producer/co-founder/best friend on the phone about our next three projects. I also spoke with another actor about an upcoming project.
And now it's 9:30. And there's still more to do. And I feel really unfocused.
So here's what.
If anyone were to take a look at my calendar for the past several years, they would notice that the April's all have something in common. They are, for the most part, blank. April must be a vacation for me then. Not hardly- in fact it's generally one of my busiest months. But every year around this time, for reasons I've already described, my inner brat tells me that I'll just remember. That I can just play it by ear.
But not this year.
This year I will keep my calendar up to date. I will follow my routines. And that's all I have to say about that.