In fantasising about freelancing as a full-time gig rather than a haphazard hobby, I've collected a list of concerns...
- Forsaking Civilisation: What if writing in residence means I degenerate into a Lord of the Flies existence, lolling on the couch sans makeup, in my pyjamas and brandishing a spear in case a stray pig trots past?
- Health: What if crazy marooned kids start hunting me because I've turned into a porker through lack of exercise?
- Sty-mied: What if I can't work properly from the house clogging up with papers, books and magazines and becoming a pigsty?
- Bringing Home the Bacon: What if my 2011 tax return lists an income of $20? What if, according to Sod's Law, I have no publications showing any interest for weeks, and then five accept my queries all at once?
- Piggy in the Middle: What if I can't leave work at work, because work and home are the same goddamn place? What if, I have the buyer's remorse with freelancing and would like a return (to work)?
I couldn't help but wonder... how do I ensure freelance writing as a full-time gig doesn't turn into a full-time pig?