Nothing planned (yet)
Maybe come back later.
Funny things happen when you seize control of your destiny.
Ferreting in the undergrowth, your author has a revelation.
Look out. At the extremities of human freelancing, it’s lonely.
Useless collection of philosophical statements
You’ll be waiting a while if you want a grade for client work.
Feeling inferior to the competition? Worried that you’re losing your touch?
Fuck being a specialist. Keep your options open.
Dating and winning over new clients have more in common than you might think. Almost everything, except full-sex.
Thought I’d come clean about the motivations behind this project.
Just why is the author so bitter about having a proper job?