Yesterday, for the first time since I left my full-time job over seven months ago, I didn’t have any work when I actually wanted to work.
That’s not to say there wasn’t any work available. I’ve found there’s always plenty of work to go around.
Yet, skimming through the list of editing jobs that had been allocated to me (and others) returned few worth the required effort. Earlier in the day, on two separate occasions, I tried to accept what appeared to be an easy edit of a well-written paper only to have it snatched up by another freelancer seconds before I clicked “Accept.”
Instead of settling on a less than ideal job with either an unrealistic deadline or enough errors to require a complete rewrite, I decided to take the day off.
I kept myself busy by reading and working out. Must be nice, huh? Continue reading