But...now, my latest excuse:
I'm a lousy writer. Yes, I've realized this again (more fully and deeply). And it isn't exclusively because I'm addicted to adjectives! I do FAIL adjectively...and in so many other ways.
Comma-crazed, I confuse and confound. (Parenthetically, I annoy.)
Who cares? No one whose opinion I care about (even secretly)...definitely not my cat's.
So, when will I quit fretting futilely about never splitting infinitives? Or develop the useful knack of including simple phrases--yes, incomplete sentences--to write conversationally? (Periodically.)
My freelancing situation only seems rediculously hopeless, I reassure myself...
Uh oh...Excessive (yay...an adverb) ellipsisizing is another grievous vice I overindulge in, I confess (and/or personal idiomizing...whenever) while putting prepositions at the ends of sentenses...unapologetically (I hasten to add, superfluously).
Even worse: All too often (if not always), I express--not obliviously, but still (insistently...?)--the simply obvious about the merely mundane.
What about the many gigs I've completed successfully, despite all this (and more)? Got paid--often enough. Complemented too, occasionally. Okay...Besides, there's more to freelancing than writing. Gardening, painting, organizing, erranding...many, many possibilities in odd-jobbing remain.
This autumny transition will transform for the better, I imagine, but I expect darker barrenness before brightest blossoming!
BTW, I keep reading and like this guy,..still a favorite answerer, inspirer and encourager...But this guy might be a better choice.
So then I traveled away again on stressful business and forgot to finish and post this....So there you have it, cat. What next?