TCB

Occasionally, when called upon to do so, I can be fairly productive. Most often, that sudden rush in productivity is because I completely over-committed myself.

Hey, like this week, for example.

At some point, my internal scheduling computer didn't notice that I'd accepted three freelance assignments, on top of other writing duties, riding duties, shop duties and trying to be a semi-respectable husband and father.

Today's list had me on the trainer at 5:15 ... blurg ... and then on kid duty by 6:30. Two phone interviews this morning for a story, then to the shop. And there's another interview coming along somewhere. Tonight I'll finish a story real quick-like, too.

On Sunday night, maybe, I'll jam those interviews into another story. And then I'll kick off another project.

Sure, it's money, which is always nice. New furnaces, showers and Camry suspensions don't pay for themselves. But man ... I need to check the schedule next time around. Or, you know, use my BlackBerry calendar a little more effectively.

Either way.