Other than a few bumps, working for the new company has been going well. I'm looking forward to starting the new month with them, and hopefully starting to see the cycle of work, when there is more to do and when less and what else I might expect.
I keep reminding myself that I'm doing work for money now. I get assignments and complete them, and I mark them on an invoice and then every couple of weeks I can submit the invoice and I will get money for the work. Actual income, on a regular basis. It's been literally years since I experienced that, and it comes with a weird, excited and nervous feeling. Excited because it's good. Nervous because it seems too good to be true. Writing for money? Regularly? Me?
Really? I get to be a professional writer now? Really and truly?