One week into a new freelance career, and I’m figuring out just what that career is made of. I should be working more, I think, but I sit here with tired eyes, a spinning head, and a sense that the future just got a whole lot more interesting.

Perhaps I am working, and just not getting paid. After all a friend of mine suggested that to be self-employed is to be in the land of the quantum pay-cheque, and what a perfectly poetic turn of phrase that is. He went on:

At all times there is and isn’t a pay-cheque available.

It’s true. I don’t think dwelling on that too much is healthy, but it does rather describe the possibilities of the situation.

With a house move but one week away, I’ve seen this fortnight as a chance to get my brain into gear and start planning various things. Mainly how to hunt down those cash-shaped particles, but also to think which cash-shaped particles I’d rather be hunting, and which are more likely to radiate a presence.

I’m not much of a financial physicist, I’ll grant you, but I’ve a feeling such skills will come in handy. I’m peppering the great slice of opportunity I seem to have in front of me with a particularly large dusting of realism. Hence the website work (and the new work and experience section), hence the LinkedIn refresh, and hence the constant querying of self-employed friends and families about the whys and wherefores.

I’ll admit it, it’s a strange new land with some foreign rules. But I like exploring, I’ve skills I know are useful, and my game could prove to translate perfectly.

What I do know is that you can’t be paid for doing nothing. But the positive thing is, I don’t intend to test that.