In which you find me in a reflective mood
Category Archive for 'freelance'
I’ve gone freelance. It hasn’t gone horribly wrong. Yet.
From this month, I’ve switched to a four-day week at iCrossing. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while: I’ve struggled to stop freelance taking over my weekends and, frankly, have started to get a bit shit at meeting deadlines. The other part of it is that I enjoy freelance and I don’t like […]
Aware that neither Charlie or I have posted for some time. There’s a lot going on. The problem for me is that I’m trying not to let Hackbash become just another self-absorbed personal blog, and I’m fresh out of ideas and inspiration when it comes to writing, journalism, the internet and (dear God did I […]
I don’t think I’m putting it too strongly when I say that I fucking loves music. I listen to it all the time – mostly for pure enjoyment, but sometimes it goes beyond that. I’m not sure what it is, but it’s a joy. Like smells, old songs can evoke the strongest memories. I can […]
Not dead (or banged-up), just busy and uninspired by work. Anyway, getting a break at Christmas this year. I’ve no idea what I’m doing, but it won’t involve Lapland, and it probably will involve Google Earth’s Santa Tracker*. Sadly, freelance is going to come into it at some point, but them’s the breaks. *and NORAD. […]
We’ve been doing a nice line in lazy blogging lately. My excuse is I’ve been swamped with freelance at the same time as work went crazy. I was trying to work tonight, but (sorry Dave) it’s just not happening. A couple of weeks back I wrote a post about the state of the economy, but […]
I’m lucky enough to have a regular freelance gig, explaining to the good readers of Computer Shopper ‘how it works’. The only problem is that I generally don’t know how it works, and it can be extremely hard to learn enough about a topic to write it up quickly and competently, and to do so […]
I’m somewhat consumed by work at the moment. Not the sort of ‘consumed’ where an awkward genius with a shock of white hair locks himself up in an attic to emerge seven months later with the answer to the universe, alas, but the kind where an arseload of freelance descends to snuff out every weekend […]