Well, it’s a chaotic day at the Emily Writes Weekly office where the editor (me) is demanding the writer (me) actually finish what they’re working on so the sub-editor (me) can look at it before the web editor (me) publishes it so the social media manager (me) can share it and the comments moderator (me) can handle any aggro or nice comments.
It can be a lonely business being a freelancer. No editor to tell you that you’ve gone way off track. No lawyer to keep you safe. No subeditor to edit your thousand words to what it should be (700 words). No colleagues to bitch to. So I’m going to bitch to you here, now.