Biting the hand that feeds you

Nothing like having the rug pulled out from under you to make you sick to your stomach.

After running some errands, I came home to check my email and found my biggest freelance job has put the halt on their contract labor - for now. Apparently, the powers-that-be are refiguring how they're going to compensate the writers and my editor has told me to stop working on assignments until she finds out what her budget is going to be.

I genuinely feel like I'm going to throw up right now. Prayers would be nice. I know the Good Lord always takes care of us, but these are the times that challenge my faith. I know once I get my mind wrapped around this, I will figure out how we'll make it through. But, for now, it is just a sick feeling.