It’s not even funny, it’s embarrassing. It’s eight months since I blogged. Eight months! I could have almost had a baby by then. Or renovated a house, or rowed across the Atlantic a couple of times.
I’ve no excuse, I’m just lazy. Since I last blogged last April I’ve started and quit a job, started and sustained another one, and put together plans to create a whole business empire (honestly, I really have). Yes, 2012 is the year I hope to get back to self employment and can’t wait to be mistress of my own destiny.
It’s not scary, I’ve done it before. In fact, around a million years ago I was forced into freelancing when the magazine I worked on folded suddenly. As the editorial team stumbled in a collective state of shock back to its desk, my phone rang and an ex colleague was calling to ask if I knew anyone who was available for a freelance production editor gig. And so, without any planning, thought or even effort, I was self employed.
Over the years I worked for all sorts, from computer mags near Liberty (great lunchtime shopping) to architectural and design publishers in fabulous Georgian offices. There was a spate on a new financial magazine in the city and then on to the wilds of west Gloucestershire to the world of regional newspapers where I worked for the loveliest editor ever. Sadly it all came to an end when, putting my ex husband’s career first, I packed it all in and moved up north and over to the dark side. My heart was never really in marketing and PR but I had some good times flogging washing machines by flamming up superbug stories.
Now I’m full of new year’s resolutions and my list is as long as a sloth’s arm, stuff like lose weight, exercise four times a week, go blonde, check my blood pressure more often and make a living working for myself. Mr F and I have some joint projects which I’m excited about and he is about about to unleash his wonderful first novel onto Amazon while he starts on a second. I have some ideas for some passive (ish) income and an old friend has asked me to help her market her book in the US.
It’s going to be a busy year and we’ve spent a few days getting new diaries organised, planning our time and scheduling in all kinds of exciting things for the coming months. I’m convinced it’s achievable but it’s scary as hell. Exciting and thrilling and can’t wait to start, but scary.