Cardiff awaits this weekend with the loss of our son. I’ve always been a hands on dad, in the best possible way. Bringing up the two children in partnership with my wife. There’s no state of tiredness as overwhelming as being a new parent. I remember it well, even though it’s 18 years since James
Whilst you’re sipping your Harvey’s Bristol Cream (oh I do miss that and other alcohol!), your thoughts may turn to 2019 or they may not. I’m always planning ahead, because being freelance and self-employed means you can’t think “Sod it I’ll take January 2019 off and have a much-needed rest.” I’ve got plans underway too
So what happened in yesterday's budget for housing, announced by the wan Philip Hammond, a man with less colour in his complexion than Banquo's ghost? Quite a few points actually. 1 Help to Buy Help to Buy was extended for a further 2 years to 2023. It's a scheme that has got many people into
When I pick up Orwell, I feel a slight malaise. It seems so old-fashioned and antiquated, the ideas of Stalinism in “Animal Farm” or the Thought Police in “1984” – yet the themes of these two novels, at least, are still remarkably contemporary.
From the age of four, I was an avid reader and writer, yet I only became a self-employed writer, a freelance copywriter, at the age of 49. 45 years is one hell of a wait.
I do actually like them. Mondays that is. Nowadays. Becoming self-employed makes you oblivious to the usual conventions of working – the commute, those odious bosses, those colleagues who insist on socialising with you, when you have a veneer of contempt for them daily, that pathetic salary making someone else rich.
Get Pro Copy reached a milestone yesterday – it turned 2 years old. I knew when I began planning the business that it would succeed, namely because I love writing and I knew that the idea of providing a decent content marketing strategy for others would work. To be honest, I never had any doubts
Clearly I’m not sending this to Jonny Ives. They have more important things to deal with than a letter from some two bit freelance writer, known as Victor Meldrew in the trade, moaning about Apple, iOS 11 and the battery drain. First world problems indeed. But I will address this to my small band of
I posted recently a photo of me one year ago from France when I was a regular consumer of alcohol, a binge drinking machine.
The Compact Disc is perhaps going the same way as the humble cassette, into musical heaven as a footnote in history, but I believe strongly that the CD should be saved. Why? To my rather large ears, they sound so much better than streamed playlists from Apple Music or Spotify. Okay they’re cumbersome and bulky
I sometimes get asked how do you start a business – I’d be fibbing to you if I pretended it was a weekly or monthly conversation, but amidst the social media and real life convos I have, it occasionally rears its head. I like to explain it how it is, so here goes.
I remember becoming a father 16 years ago for the first time and eagerly listening to ways to get our new-born son to sleep as we felt like we’d been through a proverbial hundred year war. Don’t get me wrong, the pregnancy was easy (for me at least) and the delivery quicker than Amazon Prime,
How much do copywriters make? How long is a piece of string? It’s not an easy question to answer as freelance, I’ve found, is flood or drought, feast or famine.
Home is where the Uber is? What is home? Where you live? Where you were brought up? Where you feel safe and comfortable?
I can count life-changing events on two hands: marriage, diagnosis with a food allergy, the birth of my two children, going teetotal and throwing off the shackles of education, through freelance writing. They’ve all been seismic and I would not like to rank them in order of magnitude. But as I’m a writer, who engages
1981 was the year I finally realised what I wanted to do: write. Except, I didn’t. 1981, the era of mullets, mod music and the dying light of punk and I wanted to write. Except I didn’t. I went down other avenues …
When we went back to Staffordshire in late December (oh what a night), it felt, as we drove from Ashbourne, along the A52 to Leek, that we’d arrived at home. We’d not been there since we relocated north in 2002 and, instead of that general feeling of disappointment one can feel, when you return, we
I was lucky enough to go through a four tier education phase: first school, juniors, middle and high. First school saw me walking there daily with my mum – cars were for the privileged few and no one was driven to school as one parent (mainly mums) didn’t work. Quite quaint really when I compare
Despite having enough work to occupy me freelance, I quite fancy leaving the house once or twice a week. Not just to shop, not just to meet clients, not just to exercise (those demons) at the gym, but to mix, mingle, and be merry amongst a workforce. You see, like Alan Sillitoe’s Smith, I need,
How do I become a copywriter? Right. First things first. You got PASSION? Well then: read on.
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?”
Vanilla. 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. Stuart Walton.
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.
I don’t know about you but I’m inundated daily by emails, with many examples of woeful email copywriting. Inundated with emails offering 50 free spins, a free £10 spreadbet, £50 if I open an online poker account – and I don’t even gamble – except in Spring, accompanied by lambs, obviously.
Team GB are doing remarkably well in the Olympics in Rio, sitting second, as I type, in the medals’ table.
Generation Rent – me? No. Not me. £30 a week I paid at 18 for halls of residence accommodation on the 9th floor of Wearmouth Hall in Sunderland, pre-demolition obviously. £120 a month, which included breakfast, evening meal and all utility bills.
I call it a writing landmark: 100 blog posts just on here. Grand noun, landmark? But I feel it is.
So Pep Guardiola, the 45 year old managerial galactico, has landed in Manchester, having eschewed the WAG wonders of Prestbury, Alderley Edge and Wilmslow and opted for city centre living in Old Trafford territory, Salford.
Writers needed – how to spread your writer’s block: is a title that sounds like a case of the lurgy? But it’s a search term “writers needed” that I sometimes reach out for, to go all Linkedin, to find some “synergy” and ahem income.
Along with beautiful design, photography and an engaging presence on social media, words matter. This is where I come in as a freelance property writer.
Manchester copywriter – how to make the sun shine, online. Ambitious title, perhaps, as we all know (well Mancunians at least) that the rain in Manchester is a fallacy?
Meet Stuart Walton, freelance writer and copywriter, here listing 25 things I can do for your business. Read on.
A few months ago, I had a conversation about web content with a Manchester designer who wanted me to have a look at his draft of an article he was writing on brochure websites.
The Guardian, that bastion of muesli-munching, Birkenstock wearing, bearded, politically correct readers – i.e., me, published an article this week that caught my eye for its unusual candyfloss content: the 10 Best Albums of the first half of 2016.
We live in the east, not the far east, the middle east but the east of England – Norfolk to be exact. East Norfolk in fact – if you demand additional exactitude, as I would.
I’ve slowly worked my way, it seems, since Christmas, through a coffee back catalogue.
Ah the studio flat, the rabbit hutch of modern living? Could you or I live in one? Possibly, definitely, no?
Free writer doesn’t mean free from payment. In this expansive publication, I thought I’d address – at great length – whether writers, document writers, article writers, should write for free. It’s handily labelled A to Z with some decent (and some not so decent) attempts to subtitle like an acrostic poem. X was tricky –
Be Your Own Boss, Self Employment, Freelance love – whatever you choose to call it, there’s lots to recommend it – if you have the financial stability.
Did Quentin Tarantino conceive of his last masterpiece of a movie, The Hateful Eight, as a play on words?
It’s a difficult business this writing malarkey – we all can write to some degree so perhaps we expect it to be free. Like teaching English, Paul Calf (Steve Coogan’s mulleted monster) once asked what’s the point of that? You may as well teach walking.
Unpacking books with my daughter, an argument ensued about her Rainbow Magic books. They’re ghostwritten I told her, but Ruby, my 9 year old daughter, obviously knows better.
Writers on writing may strike you as an odd title to begin this but it should make sense as I write about writing.
Norwich – I want to talk about this city with you.
19th February 2016, Harper Lee sadly passes away at the age of 89.
I came fairly late to writing online; 2014 to be exact, but since then I’m always on the lookout for the best blogging sites.
Tim Peake is busy demonstrating his powers in space, like some British Chris Hadfield (without the songs), and taking photos of Manchester and London from the ISS. The moon has had Jupiter sat next to it too, last week, I recall.
I thought I’d blog today about tips on how to get started for Writers Online.
Last week, I had yet another conversation about what I do now: eyebrows were raised, when I said I’m a writer, a freelance writer, a copywriter.
Exactly 5 years ago today since the woman who discovered Anne Frank’s Diary of a Young Girl, Miep Gies, died, aged 100.
So, news is breaking that Mark Zuckerberg has announced his intentions (on Facebook) to build an AI robot butler. Would you trust one?
I miss teaching, miss it so much that whilst Cumberbatch struts his stuff as Sherlock, I blog about the apostrophe.
This freelance writer decided today to abandon the devastated living room, strewn with games, toys etc and do something distinctly old-fashioned – a family walk.
I’ve always had a dream of becoming a hit on YouTube with compelling viral videos.
In my previous life, as a tortured teacher, I prided myself on knowing all the punctuation marks in the English language and when to use them.
Raised arms, a sea of hands, particularly in GCSE and A Level English: “How can I become a better writer?”
I decided to buy my two children, James and Ruby, some classic novels, some iconic Literature for Christmas.
Brave new world, after Christmas, I’m stepping into the foggy world of the freelance writer, the online equivalent of busking.
I’ve always liked Manchester, having spent nine years living near the city, it’s lodged in my psyche.
How and why did I become a copywriter or take on a freelance writer job, I wondered the other day when my business cards arrived.
Weblogs or blogs only came into life properly in 2009 and WordPress blogs are the most popular platform to post them on it seems.
Googling freelance writer jobs tonight, I stumbled upon a perfect fit.
I use Apple to copywrite on constantly. Aviva, based here in Norwich, revealed a list of its most stolen Christmas presents for last year.
“Writer jobs London” has become a favourite search topic of mine as changing to “Writer jobs Norfolk” from the capital yields scant results.
Curious term, ghost writer? I personally don’t associate ghouls and ghosts with writing, but someone has linked them.
Norwich sells itself as a fine city. We had never visited it until 1997.
I have often wondered how to become a writer.
Freelance writer, yes, that’s me. But what does freelance writer, actually mean?