In a couple of weeks I will be driving my new(ish) car to and from my new(ish) office contract in Northampton. I will be getting dressed every morning and making face-to-face conversation with people on an almost daily basis. I’m very excited… you know, between the crippling panic attacks and paralysing fear.
A Freelancer’s Guide to Sleeping on the Job
“You could write a book about napping,” says David as we complete our evening walk around the neighbourhood- a habit that we might soon have to forego when winter saps away the day time.
He’s trying to be mock me, but Jesus, he’s right.
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Here’s a confession: I tried freelancing before, back when I was still young enough to think I could get away with purple eye-liner and home-made haute couture. I tried and I failed- miserably. Between not knowing how to charge properly, to not knowing how to enforce those charges properly, I spent more time worrying about money than I did working for it.
Recently, and in revolt of my own crippling fear of all things both ‘social’ and ‘media’ related, I started managing the social media communities for a new client.
As far as communities go, it’s a pretty good one. There are little to no pictures of scrotums (scrotums?…. scrota?… which is it?) uploaded to the wall, and in combination with the rest of the content I’m creating for the brand, it’s actually been quite fun to get back into watching the analytics of how each piece of content performs.