The Freelancer's Life

I thought freelancing was going to be a little more glamorous than it has been.

On Friday my freelance-writing sister had me up to Salem for a freelancer's lunch and work session.

Everything was going well until it was time to clean the black mold from her bathroom ceiling rafters.

My sister also organized a welcome-Channing-to-Boston party that I could only enjoy two hours of because I had an assignment. But, what are you going to do? Rent is still due on the first.