The Freelance Leap experiment, in which I took twelve months off dayjobbery to see what I could get done writing full time, died a premature death in June 2014. That’s three months earlier than planned, and the termination has been as a result of moving back to the UK.
With a new house to tend to, the whole relocation has turned into much more of a money pit than we had hoped, and at the moment writing isn’t bringing in enough to balance our massive outgoings. As soon as the school holidays are over I’ll be looking to get back into dayjobbery at the earliest. In the meantime, between childcare and house stuff any notion of writing full time until then is completely unrealistic. I have too much on my plate, and as ever writing is the easiest thing to trample over to make room.
So with the Freelance Leap as a distinct thing dead in the water, how did it go? And was I happy with it? And what do I do now?
Not as planned. No. That’s the question.
Over the next few days I’ll go into a bit more detail on each of these.
And then that’s it.