under another sun

Of parsnips and axe murderers Hmm. I'll have a parsnip with that roast Xmas lentil yet. I sent out my first invoice in my new freelance guise, and it felt good. And I have been working this week too, writing about cholesterol again for the last two days. And tomorrow too. Also I have a little work lined up for next week. More importantly, I think it is beginning to sink in that I will actually be okay, and life as a freelancer could be very big and clever in its own right - as well as giving me time for my own wheezes. It is, so far, a fairly painless transition. However I have been getting moments of cabin fever - especially as the work I have been doing is of the brain shrivelling variety - not only writing website copy but tweaking its architecture. It requires three dimensional thinking and makes want to turn into Jack Nicholson in The Shining , typing All work and no play makes Peter a dull boy , thousands of times. As a writer this was always the most frightening scene for me...

Fear and Trembling Work is not buttering my parsnips at the moment. Took two briefs today, one of which is a healthcare one and potentially quite exciting. Sadly I have have undergone a successful enthusiasm bypass, but I expect enthusiasm's close cousin Fear will kick in soon and make me pull my finger out. Slightly disturbing is the fact that the office is trembling. This is due to massive machines tearing up the concrete on the building site next door. I enquired about whether this was normal and was told it wasn't. Still, there are conversations to be had. The Gnome showed me two new clever jazz chords on the guitar; Trace and I went for a walk at lunchtime by the cold river talking about relationships and psychological insights, and passed a winter tree full of parakeets. I still find this quite surreal even though they have become quite common now. Later, after sitting in another briefing, I went for a quick walk and gossip with the French Bloke just for a breath of air. ...