At no point in my long career of being called various things has anyone ever accused me of being highly cultured.
While I can spot the difference between cannelloni and a Canaletto, I can’t deny my entire knowledge of opera starts and ends with Bugs Bunny or that I thought, “Out, damned spot!” was Lady Macbeth shouting at her dog.
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I’m a writer and photographer.
Not only does this make me fantastically interesting and mysteriously sexy, it also means I can legitimately self-identify as an introvert — unlike other people who claim to be introverted in an attempt to sound more sexy, interesting and mysterious. Continue reading “The Second Best Networking Tip I Ever Heard. (And The Best)”