The feast or famine nature of freelancing still catches me unprepared every now and then. One day I’m way ahead of the game, ready for the next project, and two days later I’m drowning in work with no time for any of it. Most freelancers see the feast and the famine in terms of work or money—the abundance of either is a feast, while the lack of the same is a famine. For me, I see it more in terms…
When poked in the tummy, says he twice, “Hee, hee, hee, hee! Hee, hee, hee, hee! That tickles!” Then he shakes as he giggles, and he falls off my chest of drawers, onto a pink-pawed giraffe, and into the trash can below. Whee! Share this post:
I feel sorry for those who have no hobbies. I see it all the time, in books, in movies, in real life. People find themselves bored out of their wits and go do something stupid or crazy to make up for it. Desperate housewives who have affairs, small town teenagers who get into crack cocaine, disenfranchised young men who get into gangs and violence—they drown their ennui with destructive behavior. I’ve never had “nothing” to do, so I have no…
Happy Solstice! Just three this week, not counting the lizard illustration posted earlier: And it appears most of Michele Bardsley‘s site is up, too. Web design by guess who. Share this post:
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