On the Virtues of Totally Selling Out

Here’s the fun fact of the day: I am, in fact, still alive.

When I started this blog, my goal was to accurately and honestly chronicle my efforts to build an independent editing business. I discussed working from home and how good it felt to stick it to the man and quit my old job. I veered off into dogs and atheism, because…well, because I can.

And then I disappeared for the rest of the year. What happened to me?

Well, I totally sold out.

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Hello, Baby. Welcome to Earth.

This isn’t something that I go around shouting from the rooftops or anything, but—I’m an atheist. I’m a decent person (at least, I like to think so), and I don’t have horns growing out of my forehead. I don’t worship Satan (indeed, as an atheist, I don’t even think that Satan exists, let alone that he’ll do me favors if I wear all black and act like a prick). I don’t eat babies, and I haven’t hung out with a coven of witches since that one time in college.

Those chicks were crazy

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Thursday’s (EPIC) Inu Post pts. 3 and 4

I’ve discussed about how Thursdays always seem to suck for me. Well, last Thursday sucked so bad that I didn’t even get to put up another Thursday Inu Post (as I’ve come to think of them). It was actually kind of fascinating to see the small spike in traffic from people who were expecting a new post. I imagine that both of my loyal readers were completely devastated.

Pictured: Distraught Reader

Nonetheless! This week, I’m making up for it. Cuteness continues below the fold.

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Canine Assistance Is Requested

Thursdays. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

One of the biggest adjustments I’ve made in my move to freelance work is my work hours. Because of the convenience (nay, I say, the glory!) of the internet and working with publishers remotely, in very real sense I have absolutely no work schedule. No one is there to care if I can’t sleep so I work until 3 in the morning. Similarly, no one cares if I just don’t want to get out of bed and don’t get dressed until noon. There are no “sick days” to track or “vacation hours” to tabulate. If I don’t work, I don’t get paid, and there’s no one to care about that except for me.

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