and I am a berry, berry happy Sandtonite (I apologise for the über cheesy play on words but I'm practically delirious). Vodacom hooked me up and I am back to my BBM-ing, emailing-like-a-ninja, tweet-ready, 'Facebook stalking' self.
Without my smart phone I was like a rubber duck without a bubble bath, a horse without its carriage... you get the idea. The not so starving artist is free again. For the past week I've had to chain myself to my desk in my new super-fabulous office to make sure that I didn't miss an email from a copy seeking client. The thing about freelancing is that there's not much freedom in it if you have to be office-bound. I'm all for hard work but I've never really slotted into the nine-to-five world that comfortably. As hubby says, I'm more like a 3pm to 2am kinda girl. I only really get going when my clients are wide awake and have had their sixth cup of coffee (a.k.a 'personality') – and that only tends to be after lunch.
I've always been an advocate of 'work hard, play hard' but I have to confess that the past week has revealed something you may have suspected, but has never really sunk in for me... my work is pretty much all play. I'm not trying to turn you neon green with envy but I am incredibly blessed to love what I do.
Sifting through dictionaries and thesauruses is fun for me. The same kinda fun that I get out of kicking butt at Scrabble or finishing the Fair Lady Megaword crossword puzzle in a new record-setting timeframe. While this may make me seem like I should trade in my vintage 1950s dusk pink blazer for a straight jacket, it's the truth. I've always loved words, thought I was a worthy adversary for spellcheck and find it impossible to drive around Joburg without spotting typo's on major signage (did you know that William Nicoll William Niccol William Nicol is spelt three different ways from start to finish?)
The fact that I get to group words together and accessorise the little gems with creative concepts for a living makes me grin wider than the Cheshire Cat on the 3-D version of Alice in Wonderland. And, whenever a client changes the brief several times or chooses to put my invoice on the bottom of the pile at month end, I remind myself that it's a small price to pay for 'playing' for a living.
And, on that note, I'm off to tap into the creative juices and meet a 17h00 deadline. Therafter, I will be topping up another kinda juice and indulging in wine o' clock. It's the weekend my fabulous readers – enjoy it!
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