Unbe-freakin’-lievable. The client who screwed me back in October called and, sure enough, gave me an assignment for an article that, just as I predicted, they now needed ASAP. Because I was hopeful that this would allow my context-sensitive image-resizing code to see the light of day, I agreed, working 12 hour days and through last weekend in order to clear out the time to write the thing. And then… yep, they delayed the article.
Well, fool me once, etc.
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be freelance writers.