Today it begins.
I have always known I was a freelancer. The phrase my family uses to describe me is “not a nine-to-five-er.” That said, nine-to-five does carry some not-so-romantic but comforting benefits. Health insurance. Travel reimbursement. Gas mileage. A regular paycheck.
But alas, I’m the daughter and granddaughter of entrepreneurs, and I’m also of the “ownership society.”
I love to write. No such thing as retirement–writing is who I am. But with that ideal and that passion comes every writer’s downfall. Running a business. Getting paid.
We right-brained people with our horrendous filing cabinets and hard drives/Zip drives full . . . → Read More: A Freelancers Journey, Part One
