I'm Jackie, and I'm sick of having to "take showers" and "brush my teeth" for jobs that I hate. I hear that when you're a freelance writer, your teeth can turn mossy and green (and eventually fall clean out of your skull!) and no one cares.

Okay, that's not what I heard-- but it would be really nice to not have to suffer the scowls of a boss irritated by my request to leave early to take my kid to the dentist. So, I quit my job (if you have ever worked as a technical writer, you understand why) and I'll sell everything I have in an attempt to make a go of freelancing. Can't. Go. Back.

Crazy? I am.