At least once a week, I’m asked how I get work done, and my reply is always, I stick to the rules.
I write, and I make digital content for a living. I have multiple projects on the go at any one time. But then the world caught the virus, and my workload shifted to personal work and helping friends with their quarantine projects.
As far as workload goes then, it’s business as usual, and if I’m to avoid the time-suck that is Netflix, the rules still apply. There are two. The first is to schedule the work, no more than five items per day. …
Yesterday I participated in my first #PitMad twitter party, where un-agented writers pitch their completed manuscripts in a 280-character pitch to agents and editors. I’m looking for representation for my thriller, a novella, True Daughter, but my pitch — too brief, too plain I now realise — went unliked.
There may be other reasons too; my twitter follower numbers (double figures) may be one, my age, another.
The truth is, it wasn’t my day, but that didn’t mean I didn’t pay attention to what was going on in the thread.
I noticed agents, or their representatives, fell into one of two…
Ride any roller coaster, then add a shit-ton more climbs and drops, sharp turns and loops that jolt the senses, and you’ll feel it, that sensation of being three quarters gone. Freelancing is like that.
There are problems, lots of them. Some problems only you will care about, others will have a wider reach. Not getting paid has a wide reach, ask your landlord.