Poem/Question: Why do you write?

When you hate, what you read, from the day before When you’re never finished When the feeling never comes And it’s hard to remember… Why do you write?   When you’re not sure even you believe In the words When you’re not sure it does good When you question this odd hobby That…

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Pitching is the new commute

I’m finding the hardest thing about freelancing is pitching. Regularly. I have all the ideas in the world – they’re not all good, obviously. But when I think of the infinite number of publications out there that could possibly take any of those ideas, and how I could adapt it for several…

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Evernote vs Dropbox: for freelance journalism

Evernote vs Dropbox: Organising my freelance journalism work flow Mission: I needed to store and find/search easily: recordings, notes, saved web pages, sources and other research. I needed to store my written notes, ideas and questions, and tags across topics and publications are especially useful. I already use Wunderlist so…

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Is all writing copy writing?

I would argue (today) that all writing is copy writing. Including journalism, reviews and other forms, because it is essentially promoting the worthiness of its own subject e.g. promoting the experience of listening to music, in the case of an album review. In that sense, it’s like philosophy. It argues…

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Innovative new hire – me!

The case for innovation – A.K.A: Hire me! (- I’m new!) I’m a unique blend of jobs, industries and career choices, all with the central passion for writing well-researched, creative and intelligent pieces. I think that’s just the kind of innovation you’re looking for! Sectors worked in (I’ll steal ideas…

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Poem: Dealbreaker

I’ve never published anything lovey before. Can you tell? (This is for a competition. So don’t judge. But judge.) DEAL BREAKER It was all wrong; His politics, his taste in music and art. He didn’t believe in chakras, he didn’t like champagne. His jumpers, his horse before the cart. He…

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The man with the yellow violin

I miss the man with the yellow violin. His high notes raised my commuter spirits every morning when it was needed. I was low, and he was an inspiration. Violins usually play on mourning or sadness. They indulge the sympathy of sad story told by real life. The sound touches…

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