The super thing about working for myself (unemployed or self-employed, if you will) is that I no longer have to be very very circumspect about what I say on social media (hey, I was on the edge anyway) or on my blog. I can sign petitions, I can be quoted in the newspaper and I can say what the fuck I want. Still, my privacy settings (aside from Twitter) are lock up so tight you’d need the secret code, a mud map and to torture me for the details.
But here’s a lady who be done screwed for having an opinion. Balls
Oh yeahs, I’m gonna be teaching them young ones come Wednesday, but it’s ok, I’ve bought whiteboard markers and EVERYTHING. And as far as the rest of my writing jobs are concerned – no one knows who I am, nor do they are (or should not).
As much as I love my newspaper, my colleagues and the industry, I’m rather enjoying the freedom of doing and saying and writing exactly what I want. Sure, it’s probably not going to pay the bills but there’s always Stirling Street…..