I feel rather lost now I don’t have a specific story to write anymore. I had worked out the rough chapter guide with music in my notebook (the infamous notebook) so all I needed to do was fill in the blanks. I really enjoyed the process. But now it’s back to me and my daily life again. *yawn*

Should I write about work? It has been unpredictable, if nothing else. As I’m sure most of you are aware, I’ve been freelancing for the last six months for the comfy undie company. My contract there was due to end, but they wanted me to stay on until they replaced someone who had resigned. It might have been for a fortnight, it might have been for months. Great! But at the same time, one of my agents put me forward for a permanent job. It sounded all right, and I know I need practice with interviews (I truly loathe the whole process) so I went along for the interview. It was good. Very good. And the job sounded interesting. A role that would allow me a lot of growth. The interviewer (manager of the department) asked when I could come in for a trial. I explained my commitment to Undies for the next fortnight, and we left it at that.

My agent later rang and said they were really keen to get me in for a trial, and we set a date in a fortnight’s time. Unfortunately, the Undies job ran overtime, and they begged for me to stay on an extra week. I rang my agent to see how her client would feel about me postponing the trial for a week, explaining that I was still very keen but felt badly for the undies people. They were fine with that, understood the situation, and looked forward to me starting my trial the following week.

So I work like a mad thing to get the undies jobs to the printer, and to train up the freelancer who was replacing me.

On the Thursday afternoon before I was due to start at this new place, I rang the agent to check on starting times and parking etc. The call back was that they now didn’t need me to come in the following week. WTF! I’d just turned myself inside out to get myself available, and turned down work for this trial, and now I had no work at all booked! I may have been a bit cross on the phone to my agent. OK, I was irritated as hell. Getting work lined up on a Friday before a long weekend is notoriously difficult. Luckily I had a meeting with one of my own clients the following week, so I managed to scratch up 15 hours work. Enough to cover the rent.

Anyway, during that week, I had a call from a different agent saying the studio I was in last year needed someone for the following week. So, at least I had work for that week. Until they called on the Friday morning to postpone a week. Shit! So now no work again. Until agent rings to say undies want me back in for at least the week. So back I went for a week (although there was little work so it was only 25 hours worth of work). Friday morning I get another call. My studio job was postponed again, until midweek. Crap. But I’ve managed to get some work from a freelance designer I’ve worked with.

So it all has sorta fallen into place, which is good news. Although my diary does look like it's been taken to by a mad woman. Oh... hang on...

The life of a freelancer. Never predictable. Sometimes stressful. I think I need a real job (how long have I been saying that??).