Last month, I was marvelling at one of our fruiting shrubs unfurling with its seasonal buds. Its dainty flowers, the colour of purple candy, bear fruit that tastes like rockmelon. We always fail in our attempts to grow rockmelon in Melbourne, so this surrogate fruit has become a surprise member of our family.
I’ve been freelance writing in a part time capacity for fourteen years. Still, the idea of turning my business into a fulltime venture has been daunting to say the least. Add to that – uncomfortable, nail-biting and then there was that eerie dream about a blood red moon (interpretation: I’m either going to die a violent death soon or resolve a current issue).
I’ve been a freelance writer for fourteen years now, typically supporting my income with part-time roles in communications and publishing. When I dusted off my CV last year to go in search for another part-time writing gig, I still felt the balance of freelancing and an inhouse copywriting role suited me. Eventually I got the knack of writing cover letters (hint: not everyone enjoys a pun) and I started getting interviews. But while I was a great match for the roles, no one was picking me. And weirdly, I felt relieved. Which made me think: Read More