après minuit

The computer clock says it's 3:25am. And I am writing still.

One of those things that I indulge in

I haven't been writing in a while. Writing for the blog does not count. It's exhilarating to  write again. A blank sheet of paper, waiting to be filled up with words. Just simple words. I don't care much for big, multiple-syllable words. I like using them though, they make me sound smart. But pretentious.

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Here's the thing about working from home. Or to be more exact, a freelancer working at home. There will be a long period when I am without jobs (because I don't look for them hard enough) and then there will time when jobs after jobs come in. This is that time. 

They (other people) do not see the 'challenges' I the freelancer face. They see it as part-time work as and when I want to do them (which is partly true). So they do not understand why I turn down (with much grace as I can muster) invites to meet up and socialise. What's worse is that I am not much of a social butterfly. I like being home and don't like much going out and meet people. Although at times I do miss the presence of people, but they are fleeting.

So, it is likely that a cousin will be unhappy with my absence  at the kenduri tomorrow. "Why can't you come? You don't work, do you?" One can only sigh and explain tactfully. Deadlines, darling, they loom over me. An hour away from home means one paragraph uncomposed and unwritten. Still, they don't understand. I'm sorry. I'll make it up when this is over.

Now I go to bed. It is exhilarating, and I have trouble with my spellings.