Look out. At the extremities of human freelancing, it’s lonely.
Piss less people off in the long run and you’ll do well at freelancing.
Rambling post about getting shit done (or not), I think. It doesn’t really matter anyway.
A very flimsy explanation of what goes on in my head when I’m not thinking about tits and calculating an estimate for a new freelance project.
Creativity is fucking great. But is it possible to hijack the phenomenon of ideas so they’re on-demand and reliable? Not sure. Doubt it.