One of the necessary evils of being a freelance writer is not knowing where your next gig is going to come from. You do get inquiries from your website, but it’s not something you can put down in a forecast report (and no, Flossie doesn’t ask me for those–though she probably should). So, if you’re like me, you bid on a lot of projects at once, playing the odds.
And then sometimes, the odds play you.
Just a couple of weeks ago, on the last half of NaNoWriMo, a bunch of projects that I bid on decided to get together and have a party on the same day. So there I was, juggling multiple projects while trying to keep my novel’s daily word count up by staying up til 3-4 am for two weeks. Those of you who read my last post know that I failed miserably on the novel front. On the other hand, I finished all of my projects by the skin of my teeth and satisfied every single client.
It was stressful, tiring, and gave me a hell of a headache. But I loved the fact that I was so busy, and that I was busy with writing.
The extra cash helped, too.