Busy, Busy, Busy

If you follow me on twitter you may have caught glimpses of my current state of mind and jam packed life!

Yes there are plans to revamp the room I 'use' as an office that I talked about in my last blog post but unfortunately not for me but for a new addition to our family expected in February. The 'office' will move to a corner of the spare room until said infant is old enough for school and I can up the freelance work again to warrant converting the garage! This news has, of course, opened up lots of questions for my working life.

I went freelance after my son was born so I've had to find out what happens financially. I can claim maternity allowance but will, in effect, have to close my business for the period that I am claiming. You can have up to 10 keep in touch (KIT) days but those are more geared towards attending meetings, training and conferences rather than editing the odd manuscript I should think. This has left me with a dilemma of how to deal with my clients. At present I haven't told any of them of the expected arrival, I'm not sure how long I will want/need to take off work (my OH predicts a week at most) and I'm still smarting from the 3 month work drought after telling them all I would be in Australia for 3 week's holiday back in 2008. Though it feels slightly dishonest I'm inclined not to say anything until the baby is here (and maybe not until I'm ready to start work again) as I have a good network of contacts who I can recommend to clients whilst I am 'too busy'.

I've been quite pleased that work has been trickling in regularly and I've managed to retain some new (non-publishing) clients though the big client of early in the year that occupied most of my time from January to May has now disappeared off the face of the earth (thankfully I did get the final payment from them - eventually). I even managed to juggle my first experience of the 6 week school holidays with relatives visiting, morning sickness and work (plans are definitely in motion to cope better with it next year). A quick look at my accounts show that I'm slightly ahead of this time last year but then scared me as I could also see that I've really only got 3 working months left until baby takes over - not to mention how close Christmas is (oops I said the C word).

I also took on a regional role, rather than just a local one, for the charity that I volunteer for shortly before I found out that I was pregnant. In theory it is a small job but we don't have a full regional team so I feel I should be more involved than I initially signed up for. I like to keep busy ...

Erm, where did January go?

I know it's not quite over yet but I feel like I've missed it!


It is probably because January 09 has been an important date in our household for several months as it marked the grand occasion of my son starting full-time school.

There has been a lot of thought and discussion (mainly by my OH) about my possible return to the 'work place' during the sudden influx of hours that I would now have to watch daytime tv, twitter, Facebook oh and blog. I applied for several, even went to interviews, but as I blogged about here people didn't quite know what to do with my almost 4 years self-employed status.

If you follow me on Twitter and Facebook and look at this blog regularly than you will know that I haven't been spending my time there - and there hasn't been any daytime TV either. In fact, I have a theory, once those school gates are closed time moves triple fast and before you know it the clock's at 2.45pm again! Mum friends call me up and ask me how I'm coping now the house is so quiet and to check if I'm lonely - I'm almost embarrassed to admit that I'm not.

Thankfully my son is, just about, settled at school and, I don't want to jinx it, I've been lucky enough to have some regular work over the last couple of months (I did take Christmas day and Boxing Day off). I now have something else to worry about - it's half term in 2 weeks time!

Today I had an email from a colleague who said 'take a break (write a blog entry!)' - so here it is ... now must get back to my in box ...

The Silly Season

It's the silly season again - not only the school holidays but holidays for many others too. Now I've returned back to my roots in the Midlands I've been reminded that many industries shut down for the whole month of August for 'Work's holiday'. With most of my work being in the academic area of publishing the same can be said for my clients too - they have no deliveries, or the ones that are promised are delayed until September and if you are lucky enough to obtain work then you can't get hold of the author to answer queries as they are in some remote corner of the South of France for the entire month. This is the first year I've had to cope with a child 'off school' (though only nursery school in this case I'm acutely aware that I need to have some arrangement in place next summer when he's in full time school).

However with our fairly unplanned and unscheduled visit to my sister-in-law in Australia (who was only going to be there for a year and we'd never get the opportunity again etc., etc.) in February, and the rise in cost of absolutely everything, I can't afford to take the month off and was pretty pleased with myself in that I'd managed to secure some work for the whole of August - guess what, the author hasn't delivered yet as he's decided to extend his stay in the South of France. grrr

Working hours

I enjoy being freelance - being my own boss, keeping my own hours, being able to take time off if needed (well that's the theory). What I don't enjoy is the view by some clients that as a freelance you are available to work for them 24/7 (even hang around for 10 months just waiting for them to call) and the view of my nearest and dearest that I'm at their disposal 24/7 too.

I always describe myself as being a part-time freelancer. Mainly because my son is under 5 and though I do have childcare for him on some days it is not all day everyday (the cost of childcare was one of the deciding factors for my not going back to work in-house in the first place). Some of my childcare arrangements are quite fluid - grandparents have him for the odd afternoon and nursery is only open term time. Therefore I am always open and honest about my situation in dealing with clients and let them know my main work days. I try to check my email throughout the day and have my mobile on hand if I am out of the house. I have missed jobs in the past simply because I haven't answered a general email shout out in time.

I've taken steps in the past to ensure that I also manage some family time and get to talk to my husband once in a while but all this has become increasingly difficult at the moment.

There are several factors to this - relatives who think they can drop by for a visit at a moment's notice (and even stay for a few days); friends who think I can babysit their kids at a moment's notice (as I'm at home anyway); my OH thinking I can sort out that lengthily phone call with our gas/electric/tv provider or pop into the bank for a lengthily discussion about the mortgage - whilst still keeping up with the washing, drying, cleaning etc; my OH thinking that because he has a day off we can spend half the day in Ikea (twice in the last few weeks); being on watering plants/feeding cats duty for those off on holiday; the leader of the mum's group I belong to thinking I can take over from her because SHE is GOING BACK TO WORK; and clients who are a bit economical with the truth about how much work is involved in a project.

I am considering having a sign printed with my various 'functions' and times available to wear around my nearest and dearest to guilt them into giving me space

5-7am alarm clock (at set intervals - normally involves physical violence and paired with 'will you switch that b***** thing off?' or 'If you are only going to get up with the LAST alarm bell why do you have so many?'
7-8am wardrobe assistant (to 3 yr old)
8-8.30 taxi to nursery
9-11 Work (Mondays and Thursdays this is extended to 1pm)
11.30-1 Taxi to Grandad's (Tuesdays) (Thursdays - at 1pm)
1pm -5pm Work (Tuesdays and Thursdays)
1pm-5pm entertainments officer (for 3 year old)
6pm dinner followed by 7pm bath time
8-12pm Work (when OH is absent - 2-3 times a week- work starts when 3 year old asleep - latest 10.30pm)

I average about 20 hours work a week but when you throw in other 'responsibilities' that have been put on me of late you can see why I struggle. I think there is a secret conspiracy to get me back to 'going out to work' - though I'm not convinced that less would be expected from me if I left the home to work maybe I would be less inclined to do it).

Maybe installing a soundproof glass box and screening my calls would help. How much are conservatories going for nowadays? ... scrap that - I'd have to go and 'discuss' the mortgage again to fund it.

I've seen lots of similar moans on forums and Facebook really so I know I'm not alone. So should freelancers work the same hours as their clients? Personally I'm not giving up my current arrangement (though OH has been given a serious talking to) and will be reviewing it again next year when my son will be at school full-time.

Ditching Clients

I've been debating about whether to ditch a client or not. It's the one I've talked about here and here (and the last project was just to awful for the blog). It isn't the work that bothers me but the lack of communication and unprofessionalism of the company I do the work for (they are a prepress company). A couple of weeks ago it was the last straw and I wasn't going to work for them again but then I got a heartfelt apology (my messages had been sitting in their spam folder) and I got paid within 2 weeks rather than the usual 6. So I'm undecided again - they pay well if I can just suffer the headache...

... also this week a client who I thought had dumped me got back in touch (after a year) and gave me enough work to keep me busy for the next few weeks and a slightly better rate (after some negotiation).

All this comes after really messing up a job for a friend last week. Rushing through to get it done, as other factors had impinged on my time, rather than taking the time to triple check that I had done it properly. Even after a second chance I'd got myself so worked up that I missed the wood for the trees - she deserves a large drink the next time I see her and will probably never ask for a favour again! The OH got a serious talking to but really the blame was all mine.



So a new, improved, more focused Dougalfish is born who is prepared to negotiate for what she wants, will strive for excellence in her work and will say 'no' to clients she can do without ... well that's the theory ;-)

SAHM or Freelance Editor?

Working from home often means that people don't understand that you are 'working'. You get telephone calls trying to sell you something (rather than buy your services), even worse your mum/sister/MIL/best friend thinks she can call for a 'chat' at any time. My OH also thinks nothing of expecting me to do the cleaning, washing, shopping, nipping to the post office to collect parcels, etc, etc. (okay he expected me to do that when I worked 9-5 too - he was bitterly disappointed back then as well).

Then of course there is trying to work when children are there - as clients believe that you are on the end of the phone, waiting for their call, at their convenience, when ever they decide they need to talk to you. My son's regular refrain is 'can I talk mummy?' repeated at the top of his voice as I move desperately around the house to avoid him AND concentrate on the call. Afterwards I always berate myself for not offering to call back. I was reassured on reading this however I don't think I'll be resorting to this.

A Black Wednesday

Ever have one of those days? Today has been one I wish I'd slept through to be honest.

It was never going to be good when my OH returned last night from 'a quick pint' as late in the day as he possibly could (aka close to midnight). I left him drunkenly boxing the Wii and crawled into bed (my excuse being that once I am 'working' I rarely stop unless I am interrupted - so if he'd gone onto a club I'd have happily worked into the early hours).

The toddler decided that 3am was a good time to get up and strongly proclaim that he was 'NOT tired' whilst walking into furniture. He got to the point that he was SO TIRED he couldn't sleep and made visits to our room at 10 minute intervals until about 6am when DH lost his temper and stormed out to work (in truth he should have left at 5.30am - so after only 2 hours sleep he was already late).

After this outburst peace was restored and I managed to get an hour of shut eye before we suffered a power cut which caused our house alarm to sound - the alarm which just happens to be situated on the other side of the wall from my pillow. This was then accompanied by the toddler screaming at me to stop the noise. Easier said than done as in the 2 years we've been in the house we've set the alarm only once (whereby we discovered that we couldn't turn rooms off so the cats would set it off) and have looked on smugly during other power cuts (there have been several) as other houses suffered the inconvenience of an incessant alarm. After explaining for the 100th time that, no, the TV wouldn't come on 'because we have no power' the tv did spring into life but the alarm kept on ringing. I frantically typed in all the codes I could find. All telephone calls to my OH were thwarted -forgot to charge the battery in my phone yesterday and the house phone is connected to the mains so was still 'resetting' then remembered that OH had changed locations and I didn't have the new number. Eventually got enough power in my mobile to text him to call home urgently as he isn't allowed to carry his phone with him but would have a break at some point and might just check his phone. Then suddenly the noise stopped.


As it was now 9.30am and I expected some emails from I client I powered up the computer - not connected to the Internet. This involved an expedition to the study/box room/general dumping ground - to find the BT hub. Very proud of myself as I managed to navigate it and press the reset button then fire up the ancient (circa 2003) PC to find out why it wasn't connecting. 'Please type in your user name and password' ermm - after trying every possible combination of our names and relevant dates, and anything else I could think of that the OH might have used, I was sitting with my head in my hands when OH rang. He directed me to a box in the 'dumping area' which had the codes in. It turned out that the only codes were the ones for the wireless connection so took the bull by the horns and reset it from scratch. I am now in BIG TROUBLE for messing with the equipment. Even so it still took me till nearly lunch time to get my laptop to agree with the home hub and check my emails.

This was all undertaken with constant demands to play the Thomas the Tank Engine game and supply a never ending stream of toast, juice and chocolate chip weetabix (my son is like a Hobbit - always has at least 3 breakfasts). PLUS endless enquiries as to when daddy would be home as one of the promises made at 4am was that daddy would play with the train set if HE WENT TO SLEEP!

Then to top it all once I did get the laptop to work one of my colleagues had pointed out that I can't retire until I'm 67! I didn't even have the stomach to ring my mother today (to take off the heat of the constant demands of her 'adorable grandchild') as she takes great delight in reminding me that as she is now over 60 she could retire 'at any moment' she just chooses to work until she's 65 and can change her mind 'whenever'. ggrrrr!

I've a headache from the many battles we've had with the naughty step - no treats were allowed due to our sleep deprivation over the last week (that included Easter eggs which seem to be breeding in our house). I'm in trouble for messing with the hub and, to top it all in my list of crimes, the alarm (WHICH WE NEVER USE) is no longer working.

Thank goodness the toddler is booked into nursery tomorrow and OH is at work so that I can enjoy some peace and quiet and, more importantly, get some work done.

Bullying in the workplace

Does it happen? Of course it does, I've even experienced it in my voluntary work, and it is unacceptable in every case.

One of the key factors about turning freelance when my son was born was that I knew that I didn't have the energy to play the political games needed for a quiet life at work - I knew that I was quite likely to speak my mind and walk out (a reason for limiting my consumption of alcohol over recent years as I seem to spend a lot of time in my personal life biting my tongue!).

So being freelance seemed ideal. I could work my own hours, have the radio on if I wanted to and not worry about who I would meet in the kitchen when it was my turn to do the tea run.

But being freelance can be a bit lonely and, lets face it, we all need a little bit of reassurance from time to time - no matter how experienced we are (and it is nice to pass on our experienced wisdom too). So I joined a few forums which were set up for this reason. But it seems there is no escape from the bullies even when you are working from home.

One forum in particular has become a bit like a soap opera and I skim through the daily digest to see the same names are arguing over the same points just for the sake of arguing and proving they are better than everyone else. As I press delete I sadly reflect that if I did have a problem I would be reluctant to ask about it. The last time I did I was pointedly told to 'search the archive' when it was obvious from my original message that I already had ... Well it was to me, but I suppose that is part of the problem - so much can be read into an email or forum post that wasn't intended. Unfortunately I have heard from colleagues that what appears on the forum is only half of it and that they have had horrendous messages offline. The result is that what was once a useful resource is now failing miserably as members decide enough is enough and leave.

So am I just an oversensitive soul (as an HR manager once labelled me) or are others finding the same thing? How do/did you deal with the bullies in your life?

Momentary euphoria turns to nagging doubt

I'm experiencing momentary euphoria due to the fact that the project I mentioned in my last post is finally 'in the post' to the designer. The client and the project manager stopped answering my emails last week so I'm now starting with the nagging doubt of whether I'll ever get paid by them and, if I do get paid, if they will give me any more work - and if so if I would accept it?

You see I've been in the position for the first few years of my freelance career of only having a couple of clients - one of which I worked for in a previous life as an in-house editor - and chugging along quite happily until 1) the work dried up and I realised it was true you can't put all your eggs in one basket and 2) little one went to nursery and I suddenly had more time on my hands - and I'd rather work than do the housework!

My first action when the work started to dry up was to advertise in a few places locally (so far to this date I've had no clients from this :-]), get on as many web forums for freelancers as I could and, of course Facebook.

The second was to chase up my advanced membership of the SfEP which had been sitting in the office for a year waiting for my previous employer to write a reference about my freelance work - which she simply 'didn't have time' to do. Thankfully as I could prove that in the year since I had made the application I had worked 100s and 100s of hours and had undertaken CPD (continuous professional development) the council granted me the status and I was able to add myself to the directory. The result has been several new clients and a very hectic workload but also some bad experiences - unintelligible briefs, contrary clients and late payment. There have been good points too - expanding my repertoire, building up a good client base and in some cases a bit better pay!

So I'm not in a position to pick and choose just yet - but it would be nice! Perhaps when he's at university :-)