There’s all sorts of cool things about freelancing. Like the 35 second commute to work, and the fact that I can write breaking news wearing my pyjamas, for example.
Then again, there’s some big downsides. I’d dearly love to get paid any time soon (the Kidman bank vaults have this hollow “clang” sound to them, and the clang itself is just me dropping the crowbar), and that’s not being helped by being sick. There’s no such thing as a paid sick day when you’re a freelancer, and this annoying bloody infection is stopping me working — and starting to make my deadlines stack up in rather annoying positions.
Back to lying down now. Nothing written to promote here.