Playing chicken

Today I realized that what I am doing is playing chicken with my bank account -- seeing who can run faster, me or my money.

In the end, I know that I will lose. Even if I have success with freelance assignments, checks are months in coming and often late. I will have to temp eventually. That's OK. I've still been amazed at the generous response I've gotten from editors. I've had no doors totally slammed in my face. Though, gee, I haven't heard back from Outside yet. :) Big sigh.