It's Sunday night again

So...it's Sunday night and another week gone. I read and re-read all the books on writing and freelancing that I can and I dream of the day when I truly can say I am a freelance writer. I guess I can now, although, no new assignements in the last few months, just the ongoing ones. I would dearly love to have an entire 12 hours to sit at my keyboard and write articles.

Other than that, we haven't been real great about meeting together in the mornings (my husband and I), since the 18 month old alarm clock we have seems to know when we want to be alone and wakes up that much earlier. We'll need to find another time of day.

I listen to NPR now all the time in the car. It occurs to me that people are interested in just about anything, now aren't they? You can listen a whole hour to someone talk about the benefits of playing in a woodwind orchestra and not notice that you haven't ever cared about that before. I think it's the announcer/interviewer's voice. They must hire people with voices that are just hypnotic, because anything can sound interesting.