A Matter Of Life And Deadlines
So - come next month, I'll have been freelancing for four years.
This is the thought that occurred to me this morning as I plucked my toast from the toaster, and sat down with a steaming cup of dark coffee, before weighing up whether I'd work my day job today or not (long story short - I'm self employed in both my vocations, so I have the luxury of choice on a miserable day like this).
So, slurping my wake up juice and munching my barely cooked toast (just how I like it!) I started thinking about my experiences over the last few years.
Something that strikes me is that a good number of my fellow freelancers - people I admire, respect, and in a few cases call my genuine friends - often comment on things they feel have been great assets to me as I went about finding work in comics. Sometimes, there's criticism, which is helpful. Other times, the things that get brought up - things that I'm apparently getting right - seem mundane. I'm sometimes commended for nailing down what seem li