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.