This blog is late.
You’d be well within your rights to ask the question,
“So, Ken, what exactly have you done to showcase your journey into the freelance writing world since our last entanglement?”
To which I would gently and slowly reply using a well chosen expletive.
Not me (below).
Since leaving Imperial College a significant proportion of my time had been ruled by a charming little ailment called ‘WT‑faid‑wmlitis’; otherwise known as what‑the‑f**k‑am‑I‑doing‑with‑my‑life‑itis. I won’t go into detail (the NDA has opinions about that), but let’s just say I was tunnelling enthusiastically in the wrong career direction.
Thankfully, as luck (or misfortune) would have it, God stepped in and delivered a corrective bitch‑slap.
A three-week stay in hospital seems to have done the trick (thanks Batman). Now, with three books in tow and counting, I’m firmly on the road to freelance.
F is for Freelance.
To some, the F-word is indeed a vulgar term because it conjures up images of a somewhat directionless, underpaid, temporary-working, beanie-wearing, side-hustling renegade. However, these rat-race deserters are more often than not highly talented and brave individuals. With great fortitude, they battle the storms of self-employment as their journey along the road-less travelled.
The F-word could also stand for flexible, and of course fabulous. Although, to be fair the word ‘f**kwit’ wouldn’t be out of place either. There’s always one available for hire.
Consultant. A delightful little label. Use it, and suddenly you’re the freelance equivalent of a medical specialist – someone who is, or should be, operating at the top tier. Emphasis on should.
I’m a proud grassroots freelancer, constantly learning and navigating the dance of employment and unemployment. Like thunder and lightning they often follow each other.
Still, when it comes to dedication, strong work ethic, providing solutions and delivery, you’d do well to book an appointment for a consultation.
Care to link arms and explore what beauties are hiding in those grassroots-laden bushes of freelancing?
Come with – it’ll all be fine!
