Oh, the exciting world of freelancing! The high-powered meetings where I'm flown by private jet from board room to board room, where I show two sketches I whipped up in the Admiral's Lounge and am then compensated with tax-free thousands and a time share in the Seychelles!
No, that's not what it's like at all. Well, mostly not. I just now looked at my Daytimer and here's what the life of this particular freelancer looks like:
8am: Roll over, stare at clock. Two more sleeping hours!
10am: Turn on The View. Get thumb ready to mute Elisabeth every time she squeaks, which is often.
11am: Get up, look over lunch menus from various local boites and bistros. Phone in order for clam spaghetti.
12 noon: Get in car, go pick up clam spaghetti. Detour to bookstore, coffee house, ice cream shop, etc.
1:30pm: Send out emails to clients along the lines of "oh, I'm sorry you didn't get that file! There must be something wrong with your email!"
3:00pm: Send out emails to clients along the lines of "oh, I'm sorry you didn't get that file! There must be something wrong with my email!"
3:30pm: Turn on Turner Classic Movies and watch an Irene Dunne move. Another one. There are a lot.
5:30pm: Visit liquor store, pretend to browse the fifteen-dollar wine, buy Yellow Tail anyway. Who do I think I'm kidding?
6:00pm: Mess up office real fast so soon-to-arrive-home housemate thinks a lot of work got done. Clean house (read: hide wine bottles.) Act exhausted.
So as you can see, there's a lot to keep up with. The View is on five times a week.