Saturday, October 24, 2020

My Freelance Journey: Flamin' in a Pit

I have started delivering as a side gig to make money to supplement my practically non-existent freelance income. For the first few days it was going pretty well, but last night I had a bad "dash".

First off I messed up an order. That earned me a DoorDash demerit, which may result in my termination. I am still waiting for the tribunal to determine whether I will lose my DoorDash credentials.

Then at White Castle I almost lost my mind trying to figure out the drive-through and a very angry White Castle employee yelled at me, “Hey! Didn’t you see the window? You’re supposed to stop at that window!”

I apologized for making her job harder and managed to drive away before she could see me cry.

Working at White Castle during COVID cannot be an easy job. She was probably dealing with a lot and one clueless lady messing up the system was the last thing she needed.

But harsh words have always had way too much power over me. It feels like a curse not to be able to brush things like that off easily.

Thankfully, the rest of the delivery went fine. 

I was feeling a bit better about things when I ran out of gas. No problem. Super DoorDash Lady is ON it. 

Unfortunately, while pumping gas I accidentally got tangled in the nozzle tube and spilled gas all over myself.

No worries! Super DoorDash Lady keeps paper towels in the car. 

Back on the road, nothing daunted! 

I get to the next house without a hitch, although my whole body and the inside of my car smell like gas.

The nice Texan family pick up their order and smile and wave. I can see them all happily eating dinner through the huge bay window.

I pull out my phone to check for the next order but instead fall into a ditch in the front yard. The family's forks pause halfway to their mouths as they watch in horror.

I tumbled down, down into the pit.

The pit is right next to the road and a low riding truck passes by, hits a pot hole and sends sparks flying into the ditch where lies my huddled gas, soaked form. Unfortunately, my pants burst into flames.

The Texan family can do nothing but watch as I try to claw my way out of the pit while still on fire. 

That is the exact that moment that the woman from White Castle, who has finished her shift, walks by.

"Didn’t you see the sign, you flaming piece of garbage?! You’re supposed to walk around the ditch!”

Saturday, October 10, 2020

My Freelance Journey: Kind of a Downer

I have been trying to tune my mandolin as a way of procrastinating from writing today's blog post about freelancing. The tuning is not going very well, but for a while it was working as a way to put off writing. 

I've got to be honest, you guys. Writing about myself as a freelancer today seems really daunting. I've been feeling so ashamed of my career (or lack thereof) the past few days that the prospect of writing about it seems terrible. 

Friday, October 2, 2020

My Freelance Journey: I’m Proud of You, Me

I want to talk about three things I am actually proud of in the way I have handled my freelance business so far. In my last post I got a tad...sarcastic...about some of the choices I have made in my quest to become a freelance illustrator.

Being silly and hyperbolic is one way I cope with things which, in reality, scare me or intimidate me--like being a freelancer! As I mentioned in this post, MANY things about freelance scare me. 

But today, as a way to even out the high levels of sarcasm (and let's be honest, this one of those weeks where I could use a boost of confidence!) I want to focus on the things that make me proud. 

Sunday, September 27, 2020

My Freelance Journey: Business Insanity

Have you ever had a very small child explain something to you in an extremely condescending way? You listen and nod. You're respecting the truth of the three-year-old who is explaining why hiding all your money in a hole is a good investment, but you are also not letting go of the fact that the three-year-old is not your best bet for financial consultation. 

In freelance years I am a two-year-old. I started my freelance career in October 2018. So I feel a little like the three-year-old giving financial advice to adults. 

Saturday, September 19, 2020

My Freelance Journey: Instagram

"Lucy Rose, it's just an Instagram post, don't worry so much about it."

I felt foolish for feeling taken aback--even a little stung--at Sheldon's comment. I wanted to say to myself, "Yeah, take a chill pill, Till. This is just social media!" 

But the comment made me pause long enough to examine my reaction and realize why my relationship to Instagram means so much to me.

Friday, September 11, 2020

My Freelance Journey: The Portrait Lady

I made a lot of money making portraits at events and via social media. I was developing a decent following of people who really liked my product. If I had wanted to, I could still be doing it. In fact, I think I could have actually made it into a career. But instead of fostering my portrait business I let it gradually dry up. 

Friday, September 4, 2020

My Freelance Journey: A Brief History

Zines. Dog portraits. Children's book illustrations. Art in coffee shops. Portraits at the Farmer's Market. More Zines. Those are just a few of the things I have tried ever since becoming a freelance artist in 2018. It has been quite a ride. Today I want to give you A Brief History of My Freelance Journey just to catch you up on where I am now. I hope to devote more detail and time to certain aspects of my journey later, but for now: just the broad strokes. 

Friday, August 28, 2020

My Freelance Journey: Fears

"You're a mess." 

This is something my grandmother told me a lot during my year in Texas, which lasted from 2018-2019. I know to her it was meant to be a form of endearment--spoken in a loving, eye-roll way when I would do something unexpected (to her) or unusual (to her!). 

It still kind of stung, though. Who wants to be a mess? But it also stung because it's not that far from the truth about me, especially when it comes to my freelancing. I AM a mess. 

Wednesday, August 26, 2020

My New Series About Freelancing

I want to write about my journey as a freelance artist here on Lucy's Life. The last couple years have been so interesting, frustrating and scary. I think that this space could be perfect for talking honestly about it. I hope that my experiences could help inspire someone else or help them feel a little less alone. 

Monday, August 24, 2020

A Good Day

Today is a good day. Good days make me feel a uneasy. 

"This can't last long!" screams my inner self. 

Meet the tiny, little maniac that lives inside my head and feeds off of ruining EVERYTHING. Maybe a better word name for that guy would be Anxiety.