It has been a VERY long time since I’ve written anything in this blog.
I haven’t really had a second.
2010 has been an incredibly busy (and successful year) for me but as you have hopefully learned from reading my posts, one should never let a series of successful months go to their head (as a freelancer) because it can all come to a screeching halt tomorrow.
To make a lot of hay when the sun has been shining, I’ve had to move sharing some words to the bottom of my priority list.
This is only one of the reasons I stopped writing.
Another is that sometimes, I simply don’t feel like it.
See, I never began writing for any of you, I have always written for me, and then made these words public.
With that said, because I make it public, a lot of great stuff happens.
I end up making top blog lists like this one.
And this gets me a LOT of mail. Mostly great response and words of encouragement.
But every year there are always one or two emails that are completely negative.
Not just negative but downright nasty.
When I complain about the state of the industry, I get a hater screaming at me to stop whining.
When I write that I’m having a great time, or year, or success, I get a hater calling me a “smug bastard”.
As I did recently when I posted something I wrote titled “An ode to freelance”.
It was late at night, and I couldn’t believe how alive and free I felt to do this job for a living.
I figured many of you could relate. After all, there are MANY worse jobs than creating something in a design program late at night with a glass of spirits in hand.
I had no demanding boss breathing down my neck.
There was no dumb-ass co-worker asking me how to fix the fax machine that they jammed for the 3rd time.
I wasn’t watching the clock mid-afternoon to count down the minutes.
And I wasn’t stuck in a 2 hour traffic jam to get home.
If I sounded smug, it’s because when it comes to working from home, on my own, Sometimes I AM.
Freelancing rules. Everything (when it is going well) is amazing.
Right now, because times are good, I feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.
So I jotted down my thoughts at that moment.
There was no need (Mr. Hater) for your anonymous attack.
I write for me. I write what I’m feeling, when I’m feeling it.
Belittling me for that post was like slapping somebody for smiling to themselves because they are having a good day.
For those that enjoy my posts. I thank you for I am glad and honoured. You make my writing and sharing it worthwhile.
For all the haters to my thoughts and words, I have a very thick skin.
Call me whatever you want.
I’ve worked in one of the meanest industries for nearly 20 years.
One that chews people up and spits them out, sometimes as fast as they came.
On my own, playing by my own rules, for almost half of it.
Your words didn’t hurt (which I know was your goal).
You simply annoyed like a fly buzzing in one’s ear.
Sometimes, I whistle while I work.
If you don’t like listening to it, I have an easy solution.
All you have to do is click here.