Yesterday was rainy and stormy and I smugly snuggled back under the covers, gloating that since I now work from home, jumping from the lucrative career in Arts Education to the slightly less lucrative career of freelance writing, I could sleep in if I chose to. So I did.
I am between assignments for both companies I work with, mainly because I worked like a fiend to get them finished before I had surgery two weeks ago.
One company doesn’t have any new work for me because they are having server issues. The other company has a few jobs for self assignment, but I am only qualified for maybe one or two. (Shocker for everyone: I am not qualified to write a long essay on calculus.)
So I’m kind of at loose ends. It’s still rainy and dreary and I’m so broke right now that I can’t afford to do anything. I mean anything at all. I am going to make an appointment to sell the last of Steve’s silver. I’m not doing that just for the money, although that will help. I don’t know how much of the silver is real or what it’s worth or any of that stuff. I’m just tired of lugging it around. The house should be closing soon, so there will be that money.
I could bid on new writing jobs, but since I am under contract to the two others, I don’t really want to get bogged down in something else when they others may need me. (It sounds like an excuse because it is.)
Both companies say this lull is temporary and that things will pick up once things have been edited and clients will want new things. I’m just at loose ends and the money thing is bothering me a whole lot.
I do plan to keep to a writing schedule even thought I don’t have any actual deadlines right now. I should be using this time to work on my own stuff that I know I won’t have time to deal with when the assignments start coming back in.
I need a nanny or some kind of zookeeper to push me around through this lull.