My dance card is filling up.

It always seems to happen this way. Or, at least, I perceive it as such. Feast or famine. Long periods of trying to eke out a career, working odd hours at this job or another. No one gets back to you on your assignments. And, then:

ongoing freelance work through your old employer
a nearly $2,000 assignment for a medical equipment company that intimidates the shit out of you
an ongoing unpaid travel writing gig you hope can pay dividends in the form of exposure and experience
a new Edible Jersey story
and... a new proofreading gig, temp. of course, which is better since I would hate to be tempted to stay.