I’ve been spending all of my free time looking for freelance writing jobs, and I gotta say, it’s not going great. I just don’t know what to say! I can write, and I think differently than “normal” people, which can be an asset, but when it’s put in front of me, I draw a blank. And it’s a chaotic blank, not a blank-blank; my head isn’t empty, it’s overflowing with thoughts jumping from one thing to another to another to another. Then I have my regular job that I need to do since I know I’ll get paid for it.
My husband is used to my thinking process. I will sit at work and think about the most random things, then I’ll go ask him a question about those things as if he heard what I was thinking and can answer me. He’s usually confused (okay, always confused), but he recovers well and has me to tell him what I am talking or thinking about. I couldn’t remember what liquid nitrogen was called a couple days ago and asked him what it was, and after he told me, he asked me if I was going to use it to freeze him. I am not.
