It was this time last year when the thoughts of working from home started to creep in and invade my mind. The thoughts of the biggest career change and career move I would ever make. I panicked, I was scared, but I was also very positive and excited. But would anyone want to work with me? Would anyone like my article ideas? Would it all be a mistake or would I prove to the world that jumping ship from a 12 year career with 6 years of education under my belt was a wise decision? Panicking about a career change is natural.
I’ve had quite a few people contact me in the past few months asking for advice on how to start Freelance Writing. Obviously, I’m no expert considering I am technically only doing this since January. But I didn’t simply dive in on the 1st day of the year. Becoming a freelance writer has been a work in progress for quite some time and I’ve learnt a few things along the way.
It doesn’t seem like I hang around my own blog too much anymore but trust me it’s always on my mind. I’ve been one of these buzzy bees or more like an annoying blue bottle bouncing off the walls and windows, trying desperately to find a way out to that fresh air. I can not sit still. My mind is constantly on the go between the kids, the house and my writing. Seven months into freelancing and I’ve discovered a pertinent truth to this career. I need a damn diary. Preferably one with an automatic entry from my brain. Oh yes, I need a telepathic diary.