Freelancer’s Prayer for 2013

Michelangelo

In the name of the Printing Press, the Commissioning Editor and The Glorious Sub, Please, let someone get pregnant this year. Let someone take a lengthy sabbatical. Let someone decide to retrain as a teacher or hairdresser because it’s what they’ve always wanted to do. Let someone take some time away to finish That Book. […]

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In My Bag

At the risk of sounding like a media wanker, I often get emails from young and/or aspiring journalists asking me for general advice on getting into journalism. Because they have sought my wise words, I get to rant about how things have changed since I was a young ‘un (I still am, I guess, but […]

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Get Shorty

“I looked all through my mind for memories of you. Unable to find any, I had to take your word for it that you were my father.” – Sean Hill (via @VeryShortStory), March 2, 2010 I only recently discovered the very cool Twitter feed of Very Short Story (@VeryShortStory), written by Sean Hill, an American writer based in […]

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It's A Man's World*

I can’t be the only woman/writer/blogger/internet user/feminist who read the story of James Chartrand this week and then commenced a lengthy – but ultimately unsatisfying - headdesk session, right? For those still in the dark, James is the owner of Mens with Pens, a successful company founded in 2006, which provides web design and copywriting services, amongst […]

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The Joy Of Lists

In the world of Nick Hornby, men are perpetually making lists. They list their career accomplishments and aspirations, their favourite music, their most shattering break ups, their greatest loves, the best poos they’ve ever done, ad infinitum. Good luck to them. I mean, I love High Fidelity, particularly the film adaptation, so good on yer. […]

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Joy

I’m temping near Barbican at the moment, and have to walk through Smithfield to get to my office every morning. For those unaware, Smithfield is one of London’s oldest markets, and death place of Mel Gibson, I mean, William Wallace. Every cut of meat known to man is sold here (I’m reliably told), by fat, […]

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You Can't Choose Your Family…

For my birthday last November, my friend K gave me the Mary S. Lovell book, The Mitford Girls. I began reading it right there in the pub. Like many, I was only peripherally familiar with the Mitford family, mostly due to the infamy of Diana, the prettiest middle child, who had an affair with and […]

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Lost In A Good Book

I’ve been seeking a new book to read since I completed Middlesex, so I’m really looking forward to the release of a new collection of short stories from Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. It marks a new direction for her, writing in this form, as she’s more associated with novels. I read her debut, Purple Hibiscus, when […]

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