The life of the professional writer – like that of any freelance, whether she be a plumber or a podiatrist – is predicated on willpower. Without it there simply wouldn’t be any remuneration, period. — Will Self
My last post was a way-back post brought over from a rev share sight, concerning my first major income loss as a freelancer. The following is the follow up to that post. While it’s important to understand the downs in the freelancing life, it’s just as important to understand the ups. The work is out there — you just have to go for it.
Well, today I have been, anyway. It’s been two days since the company that was my primary income stream canceled my contract. I took a day off to mope around. Everyone needs a good mope now and then. Then I spent today sending out resumes, sending out writing samples, posting ads, answering ads, and basically begging for work.
All in all it was a pretty good day.
I now have one short term job, one longer term opportunity that looks like it could end up being pretty lucrative, and a couple of nibbles that might turn into something useful, but I’ll have to wait and see.
Pretty good for a rainy Saturday’s work.
This is one of the things I like about freelance writing work. If I’d spent my day knocking on doors in the brick-and-mortar job world, I wouldn’t have gotten a thing accomplished. (I’d have gotten really wet, though, it stormed all day). It’s a Saturday, so nobody would have given me an interview… in some places, I’d have been lucky to get an application. Certainly nobody would have looked at any applications I put in today. Probably not tomorrow, either. Heck, I wonder how many applications they look at ever? Last time I was looking for a “real” job, I could go a month or more without hearing back from anybody, even to say, “thanks but no thanks”. But in the freelance world, I can start making money again right away. Just another reason why I never want to punch a clock again.
These days, I have a lot more eggs in a lot more baskets. It makes it a lot easier to roll with the punches. I’m just as determined now as I was then to never, ever punch a clock again.