Chasing That Neon Rainbow

I've been at this workshop for work since Tuesday. 7:30 am breakfast, workshops all day. I still come into the office at every break and write. I still have freelance assignments, and then there are my own writing projects. Workshops end at 9 pm every day and then I write into the wee hours here in the office building, where it's so safe that I permanently have my laptop set up here and am like a little fixture of the building here. Even the staff of the retreat center know me now. Despite everything else there is here to see and do, I have to write something. Always. I am just compelled to.

I think in terms of always telling a story of my life and things I find interesting and short stories and parts of my novels and about stupid writing assignments I get and about my job, my real job I work at full time, which is the reason I'm here.

My assignment right now is literally to re-write some bitch's college admissions essay. She was a model who wants her own clothing line and wants into some Ivy league schools. Well, shit, it pays. And for those haters out there, please let me remind you that this is not even the surface scratching of things I do that one might find ethically questionable. The thing is, at the end of the day, I make some money for writing and she will get whatever karma has in store.

Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead. My absolute favorite book. Go figure. I identify with it so hard. Thinking about it gives me shivers.