It’s been a little over a year since I set out to be a full-time freelancer. I first wrote about the experience five months in, and while I do still identify with what I wrote, I feel like I’ve learnt enough in the months’ since to warrant an update.
A part of me is kind of amazed I’m still standing, really. That this whole freelance journalist (plus occasional other roles) business has not only kept me fed, but has resulted in me finally (barely) earning enough to pay income tax this year. I’m sure the idea of being able to pay income tax is far more exciting than the actual act of forking the money over, but to be at this point at all seems a bloody miracle.
It still feels weird when people ask me for advice; I try to be helpful, but often feel like a newbie myself. There is so much that I’ve not figured out, and I am, so often, my own worse enemy.