Here Comes That Career Thing Again
Got a call last night from printshop owner C., asking if I was free between Christmas and New Year's. I'd given up on getting any substantial work out of C., since he'd absorbed yet another printshop, and had more or less taken on the graphic designer there as Freelancer #1.
Buuuut, it looks like he needs a warm body in the shop over the holidays, and he's willing to cover my daycare costs.
To which I say, Woot!
Now, to avoid getting 'used' by his main salesman, who seems to think I'm only fit for running copies. It's like using a blowtorch to light a birthday cake.
Not that I'm above running copies, but I get screwed out of my time, and as we all know, time is money. I charge by the job, and it is nearly impossible to keep track of how much time I waste setting up a copy job while I've got three other (real) projects going at the same time. Perhaps I shall have to charge by the hour this time and see what happens.
Thanks, all, for your comments on my story things. I think I will go ahead and write the whole 'Avocados, Artichokes,' story, since it seems to have gotten people's attention. I'm going to send a couple of you an essay to read, based on Kay and Blue-Eyed Bike-Angels. I'm sending that puppy off to The Sun in January, but, I'd like to get some final feedback (as usual). Anybody else want to play, shoot me your email at nancy_dancehall at yahoo.
(And for you folks already playing along at home reading JALL, I'm still chiseling away. Just cutting through some angsty scenes. After this the action picks up again with the return of the Hounds for one of those 'final showdown' thingys. And then...heh...some of you aren't going to like me very much...)