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1. Got news that an article was killed today. (sigh) Kill-fees are a nice thing even if killed articles aren’t.
2. I have two meetings tomorrow, a deadline and paperwork to fill out across town. I’m already tired just thinking about it.
3. Between you and me, sometimes a regular paycheck and paid-for insurance sets my mind a-dreaming and my heart a-thumping. This freelancing thing, it can be the best thing ever and the absolute worst. (Did I mention the killed article?)
Arrrgh–I definitely hear you there. Was met with a very unwelcome kill fee myself a few weeks ago (through no fault of my own, and something that I thought in advance might happen because the editor came up with the idea and it wasn’t a very strong one–and the fact that I knew it might go down and spent all that time anyway just made it worse)
Then again, every time I think that the solution might be just heading into an office every day, I think about how much I like shaping my own schedule and I know it’s not for me…right now, anyway.
Here’s hoping you have two or three plum assignments to replace that kill fee lickety-split!
You know what I hate? The fact that in both of our situations the higher-earning potential rests on the woman, and somehow, that throws everything out of whack.
It would be so freaking easy if the males were the ones making the money. At least in my house it would be.