Working My Butt Off

I have a target to reach and a deadline to beat, that's why I am not writing these days. Not writing for this blog, at least. Ghost writing for other blogs. How ironic is that. I am cranking out an average of 3,750 paid words a day and for the last several days, that's all I do. That's not counting the other things I type on my computer (the unpaid ones). If you count the words on my messenger, it'd be twice as many. LOL. Which gives you an idea of how battered my keyboard is and how fast I can type now. Hee hee. I'm not complaining though. I'm a writer and this type of writing/typing is what I love to do, and getting paid to do that (however big or small) is awesome.

I've never written this much ever since I quit my job as a "researcher" (Notice the quotation marks? Yeah, I thought I was a real researcher too. Story of my life) and was awarded Most Prolific Writer of December 2008. I was coughing up only 3,000 words a day then, but that was daily for a month, eight freakin' hours every friggin' day of the week. While almost everyone else was on Christmas vacation. How's that for a tearjerker. Haha. Anyways, this secret thing I've been doing for the past few days will be posted here tomorrow or Friday, depending on how much longer I can stay in front of the monitor, freezing my balls off. Wait. I don't have balls. And physically, a guy cannot freeze his balls off because when it's cold, the balls are pulled closer to the body by the scrotum. I sound like Dr. Reid (of Criminal Minds, and if you don't know the series, do yourself a favor and watchit, watchit, watchit!), only grosser, so I should stop now. And what do you know. This post ups my word count to 4,074 words today.