When last we left our intrepid fulltime freelancer, it was high noon and he had just made his first major decision of the day.

There is no such thing as an “average” day when you are freelancing. That’s part of the fun of it. Every day is different since I left my day job and turned to writing fulltime.

When we toured my home office in the last Diary entry, I mentioned that my “main organizer” contains all of my most important reference books.

Although I’ve had a couple of real day jobs over the past dozen years, I’ve always maintained an office at home. And since I’ve settled into freelancing fulltime, my writing sanctuary has really blossomed.

Editors used to scare me. They always seemed like the “gods of publishing,” wielding the power of life or death over my babies, my words.

I am a professional writer, and I find it a bit embarrassing to admit, but I never learned to type.

It's easier for a good writer to produce an article on brain surgery than it is for a brain surgeon to do so. Most “experts” know their craft so well that they simply can’t explain it to anyone else in lay terms.

Freelancing isn’t only about writing. Not by a long shot. It’s at least half about managing things, from clients and deadlines to schedules and the all-important bottom line.

I lied. I told you in my previous post that I bid two cents a word for every word I would write for AlfaBlue. That’s not true.

AlfaBloggers is one of four web sites I currently work on for my client, AlfaBlue. The company has paid more than a dozen other writers for their wordsmithing talents since I came on board—many at more than two cents a word.