I've had the nightmare week from hell but the end is in sight. I worked over the weekend and have put in 16-hour days since then. My phone rang practically off the hook, my inbox overflowed and I was ready to rip someone's head off their shoulders. I don't believe I have ever been this busy since I turned freelance. I'm not complaining - it's good to be in demand. I turned away a client on Monday because I was simply too busy. I've never done that before. I've turned clients down because of money issues or a gut feeling that the job would turn out to be more hassle than it was worth, but I've always somehow squeezed in the time for another job. Not anymore. I still want the business so I'm about to fire off an apologetic email and suggest we work together in the future.
I lost a working day on Tuesday as my brain decided to misbehave on Monday evening. I had another seizure, just a little one, and my beloved P was there to take care of me. That was the first seizure for months, but I wasn't surprised - I've been working too hard and getting stressed. On Tuesday, I felt crap - post-ictal headache and sore muscles. I did very little work and slept in the afternoon. Yesterday I was raring to go and started work at 7.15am. I had a lot to catch up on.
The postie brought good news this morning - I have become an Advanced Member of the SfEP.
And the paper that commissioned me loved my budget piece and wants another feature from me.
May's diary is already looking full, which is good, but I really do need to sit down and think about how I'm working. I need to be more organised and I need to stop taking on silly little jobs that are interesting but not big earners. Time to reassess is needed.
And on that note, I'm downing tools for the rest of the week.