I haven’t had time to do anything else these days. In between the days I’m sick, I have to work. The blog gig I had mentioned my last post didn’t go through. The owner seems to have sold the site to someone else. Had he asked me, I would have bought it from him, myself, since the topic, gadgetry, is my forte. I had applied for another gadget blog in the beginning of December, but it seems the client is still taking time to think things through. I’m still keeping my fingers crossed even as of now. I don’t think I’ve ever WANTED a gig this badly before.

I’ve never had a slow month since July until recently. But then again, I’m sick, so I guess that’s a blessing in disguise. Still, I was getting worried. My savings would run out by May next year if I don’t keep earning. I know that’s being pessimistic, but hey, I can’t help it — I can’t be a happy camper 24/7. I discussed things with my mom lately and she told me not to worry because gigs would start pouring in by January. I sure hope so. I remember Katharine’s post on Feast or Famine sometime ago. While others could afford being on famine, I cannot. Which is the exact same reason why I was scared of taking risks and raising my rates.

Last week, I had this gut feeling. I was thinking of my biggest-paying client and I was suddenly seized by this FEELING. I KNEW, somehow, that something would happen soon. In effect, I’ve, again, been vigilant for new gigs, something I haven’t been since November. A couple of hours ago, I left my computer running while I was downstairs watching TV. When I decided to go back to work, I was welcomed by two new emails. The first was from my current client, asking me to cut back on my weekly output by half for now. While on an ordinary day, this would have made me a nervous wreck, today was different.

A mere 15 minutes after this email was sent, I’ve received another from a new client, hiring me. The funny thing is, I’ve applied for an opening in his blog last August. When he replied by September, I already had too heavy a workload (due to my current client) to take on his, so I declined politely. When I saw he was again, looking for bloggers, I applied and got the gig. I guess I was meant to work on his blog at the right time, and I can’t think of a time more right than now.

Thank you, God, for always, ALWAYS helping my family at the right moment. Thank you for making me brave enough to become a freelance writer, an occupation which, we all know, is like a rollercoaster ride. Thank you for making me highly resourceful that I’ve been earning almost as much as my father did when he was still working. Thank you for all the gigs I land which let us afford not to sell our house and to send my sister to school. Thank you, Lord, for loving even a sinner like me.

M