Email copywriting is resurgent.
Print is dead.
The postman doesn’t deliver much printed copy at all, yet your inbox is bursting at the seams.
Well that’s how it seems to me in 2016.
I quite like popping out my wallet to get out a business card which declares in blue: freelance copywriter.
We have a surplus bedroom – first world problems I know – but it is a fact. Now the question I’m mulling over every day is “Should I convert it to a home office?”
I’ve looked today, as I normally do daily, online, at property. You know the ritual if you’re an estate agent?
Looked too again at blogging strategies.
I’ve an admission to make, a guilty admission.
In our much-heralded break in France this summer, I worked.
The code word for inoffensive and bland, the beige of flavours, and yet it’s my favourite ice cream flavour.
And my least favourite reading material – vanilla writing.
Stuart Walton, my name.
I thought again about my name tonight as years ago, an astute and talented colleague of mine, Mark Williams, a History teacher in Stoke on Trent, delighted me one morning when he carried in a book he’d bought for me, with my name on it.
Freelance writer for hire – cryptic?
Much to the bemusement of friends on social media, we act, here in Norfolk, like we live abroad – by drinking only bottled water.
How can I improve your GCSE English results?