“I promise, you’ll be the first one I call if I’m dead”

October 19th, 2006

This is what I just told my next door neighbor, a very sweet woman who’s also at home during the day, keeping house and cooking up a storm. She just called to see if I’m OK because she “hasn’t seen me or Buddy [my four-legged office manager] outside in a few days.”

Granted it was raining cats and office managers yesterday, and then I had my writing group meeting in the evening. But the real reason she hasn’t seen me is that I have five short articles due to a client between now and Monday and I’ve been glued to my monitor.

This far from the first time my neighbor and I have had this conversation. And it’s nice to know that I have the freelancer’s equivalent of a guardian angel next door. Not only will she call 911 if I do wind up in a twitching heap on the floor (no doubt from a deadline overdose), she reminds me every so often that I need to step away from the desk.

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