Sometimes freelancers come in packs. We blog together. We cowork together. We commiserate together. We even form unions together. We’re a community. And then sometimes one of us breaks away from the pack.
You don’t know me. Well, maybe you do. But the way you know me is because your previous client asked you to email me some files because they are my new client. So when I got your email with unusable files and the snarky message, I was a little surprised. I mean, it seems like you’re angry at me for some reason. Again, we’ve never interacted before this. You had a lot to say about the client. You had a lot to say about me. And now I have a few things to say.
Now that I’m in Austin and back to full time freelancing, I guess I’ve been taking advantage of alone time I can get now. My world consists of my bedroom, my office, the mailbox, and the playground down the street. It was so needed after the constant interactions I had to deal with in NYC. I’ve been reveling in it, actually.
But maybe too much.
I have good news and bad news. The good news is that my business is getting bigger. Big enough that I have to subcontract some work out and I may be doing that more and more over the next couple of months. The bad news is that I have to hire a bunch of subcontractors to do some work for me, which really isn’t all that fun because I’m still in charge of what goes wrong.
Recently, I started writing fiction again. (I know. I know. As if I need yet another thing to do.) Before I considered freelancing at all, I used to write fiction all the time in my spare time. Now I’m working on it again and it feels great. But it also feels like deja vu in a way. As I get more involved in the fiction writing process and the community, I see so many parallels to other experiences I’ve had when trying something new.