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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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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