In a Shakespeare way I suppose ?
it's been a year now since I decided to gamble on my career and start as a freelance artist.
I made a decent living through the first year thanks to 2 publishing contracts and a handfull of little jobs. I loved every single one of them even if some got away without paying the bill and some of my co-workers didn't really deliver as they were expected to... But I guess that is unavoidable when you want to live your life like the rest of the world isn't made of thieves only.
Working on my things from home, being able to do the job like I want to do it without being constantly dragged down by a management that just have no clue about what's going on, being able to take decisions and see that I took the good ones instead of being dragged into other people's mistakes. Working at 4 am and 15 hours straight when I feel like it, or not working for a whole day when I need to take care of my loved ones... or just go for a ride.
For all those reasons I love being a freelance artist so far. Lots of hard work and just enough money to get away with it but so many satisfactions.
yesterday I learned that I should be allowed another 3 publishing contracts on roughly the 2 next years. There's another two years of red velvet carpet in front of me.
FML!
