I'm new at the freelancing game. Less than a year at it. My knees are a bit wobbly and I've had more stomach acid than ever before, but I'm surviving. In fact, I'm working again, writing Web content for a client I've worked for before. But January and February were fallow and I was beginning to get desperate. If this job hadn't come along when it did, it would have been Walgreens. Or Green Apple Books. Or Borderlands (wishful thinking -- as that would be sweet). Or whatever I could glom on to. You see, other than writing, I have few, if any, marketable skills. I sent out a few resumes, but as the weeks progressed, there seemed to be fewer and fewer opportunites surfacing on the Web. A disturbing trend that employment hasn't seemed to lessen or deny.
My current gig is part time. And short term. Enough to pay the rent and dream about World Horror 2007. But strangely, after two months of nothing, I'm in the runnings for a couple other jobs. Those jobs are both through recruiters though, so they're stomping for other folks in addition to me.
So I'm still a freelancer. Or a contractor. Or a temporary employee. Take your pick - they all fit.
For a while I didn't think I'd have the stomach for freelancing (or contracting, or temporay employeeing), but the thought of losing what little ground I've gained seems silly. And sad. So I'm going to see how 2007 goes before throwing in the towel and seeking captive status again.
I love being on my own. Despite the need to be my own IT guy. Despite the uncertainty as to when the next job/paycheck will surface. Despite the constant need to job hunt. Despite the cold calls. Despite it all.
Every time I think I should go back to being a full-time employee, my thoughts turn to "Run for Revenue", or "Team-building activities", or regular performance appraisals or playing Bullshit Bingo during an all-hands meeting. I think I'm done with all that. This has got to work for me. I just need to give it a little more time.