Sometimes...

Sometimes, being a freelance writer sucks. Like now, basically. I, against my better judgment, took on a client that demanded a large number of words per day on topics that required extensive research. The pay per word was pitiful, but it was steady work, and I like the steady money.

But...

With the amount of words and the amount of research, there is no way that I can write really good, clean, well-edited copy. He has pointed out errors, which makes me mad because- uh yeah, there are errors. I wrote 7500 friggin' words on an unknown topic in 24 hours. Yeah- there are errors. Sorry about that.

I proof read. Really I do. But I'm not a machine. I'm not perfect. I think I may take my talent and move on to greener pastures.