Freelance writing is hardest at different phases. Well... it's always hard but the risks are different at each level. The beginning of is the worst, but since I've been at it for almost a year, I still find myself making bad decisions. But life is a big shit-eating contest so you live and you learn.
So today, I was the potential victim of a Internet scam. I had already fallen for one early this year to the point where it shut down my bank account. Luckily however, I was already overdrawn so it didn't impact me too much... but I don't know what kind of signals it's sending to other financial institutions.
There isn't anything I don't already have on line that I'm afraid will fall into the wrong hands. Luckily, I was already on alert and took the FedEx'd check to a local teller to verify it. They verified it alright, and confiscated it. There's more to the story, but that story is on going as I seek retaliation against the bastards that thought me for a fool.
The problem with this was that it was sent my a trusted employer, one that I had already been writing for before. Either he got duped too or it was just me. He vouched for the client that was sending the check and treated them like valued property. I had to make an impression and jump through hoops over the first part of the week to make it happen. So it was a complete waste of my time.
Despite it all, I refuse to go back to bartending or office work. My temperament is a bull in a brittle corral that can no longer be contained. Like that movie 'The Grey', I'm either in the roadway with a rifle or standing up against the wolves.
The fears I have of asking for a job application caused me to reflect on some of today's issue with wreck-less abandon, like my feelings for a certain big mouthed junior senator who's filibuster came and went without notice. If he really cared about the American people, he could have gone for a entire week of shit eating to get the rest of America to take notice. I don't care how much of a song and dance routine he does, I'm not buying the whopper choppers he's selling.
Even with the shit that went down today though, I'm not as angry as yoga instructors so, I had to think about that for a second too. The wind down came with some advice on advice and since feelings and hunger go hand in hand, I reflected on some pleasurable memories of my childhood pals Jeff and Justin.
Blog Scene
I'm not your traditional comic book guy. I'm more like that indie snob that goes right to the back of the comic book store for the artsy stuff. That being said, I found this artist and writer over a search of one of my favorite graphic novel artists Michael Dougan.
Mari Naomi's been hard at work on some new stuff which might have a lot to say about some recent losses she's had to deal with as she mentions in her blog.
Which reminds me that one of our local heavy-hitters 'Spiral Sound's band member's lost their daughter to cancer this week. She was 6 and a loss that is so painful I can't understand.
Next Week
As I mentioned Tuesday, next week we're hitting it hard with original articles. Don't be surprised to see some 'zine' style presentations three times a week. It will be October so there's lots of fun to be had and lots to talk about. Also, two days out of the five day week will be posts like this one, except that one will be around a downloadable podcast file.