Since the New Year, work has slowed down considerably. My nearly-full-time contact gig has expired, and, well so has everything else apparently. This is not the first slow period in my ten-year freelancing career and…
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Day 142 of 200: Taking a Break
Last night I had one of those dreams that seemed to last forever, but consisted of only one scene. That scene was a random copy editor dude arguing with me about how I use too…
Day 140 of 200: Welcome to Holy Shit Week
It has been a damn day, Darling Ones. It started being annoying at 8:20 this morning and it did not stop, it has not stopped, and it probably will not stop until I pass out…
Day 117 of 200: Working on Sunday Blues
I spent most of today working. When I wasn’t working I was letting my oven self-clean itself and hoping it didn’t set my house on fire. While the oven cleaned itself, I cleaned the oven…
Day 97 of 200: Still Busy, Still Boring
It’s not Sunday, but I’m still boring. Do you remember when I used to do weekly Sunday + Boring posts? Ahhh. . . the good old days of 2015 when I tried to blog like…
Day 96 of 200: Fried
I’m not one a person who conflates busyness with being interesting. A lot of people do. If you’ve ever read world-class mommyblog Dooce at all since she got divorced, you know exactly what I mean….
Day 57 of 200: Another Wormhole
September, it seems, is full of wormholes. Thanks to Brett Kavanaugh & the legions of men who think sexually assaulting girls are consequence-free teen shenanigans, I’ve spent a lot of time, in my head, in…
Day 51 of 200: Autumnal Migratory Habits
Even though I have a lovely desk and a giant monitor upstairs in the loft/office, I work most days from the blue couch in the living room downstairs. Why? Because upstairs is usually kind of…
Day 49 of 200: 6 Billable Hours
Now that I’m a decade into the freelance lifestyle those closest to me have learned not to laugh when I’m all “Uff-da. I worked six hours today.” It sounds ridiculous. I know. Six hours? Working…
Day 36 of 200: One Small, Sweet Joy of Freelancing
With a decade of freelancing under my belt, I am qualified to give all kinds of unsolicited advice. Like, never wear real clothes if you don’t wanna. Lots of blog posts are all “get dressed…