Tuesday, 29 March 2011

when is a blog not a blog?

When it is a line or two simply saying, I was going to blog, but I'm simply too exhausted.

I've been to Stevenage this morning, spent about seven hours on a train...that's a lot of hours. I've picked up a loyalty card for the coffee shop at the train station because I'm going to need it. Discovered that you can get a bacon roll for one shiny pound when you buy a cup of tea. How exciting. It's a good job I'm going back there tomorrow morning...

Thursday, 17 March 2011

greetings from your roving reporter

So I've started the job, and, so far, so good. There's a fair bit of writing, a fair bit of talking to people, some travel. The week before last, I was in Birkenhead. Week after next, I'm in Nottingham and Bury St Edmunds. Oh! The glitz! The glamour!

I'm becoming quite particular about capital letters, I'm learning all about brand identity (we are quite specific about shades of purple) and pantones and printing and mailing plans. I'm making contacts, writing copy, proof reading, working with the creative team.

It's all good. It's all new. I feel like this is something I can actually care about.

I haven't really be doing any writing. I should write in a bit, but instead I'm watching Choccywoccydoodah.

In other news, I had a minor victory which made my writing year so far. Check this out


(It's all hilarious, but the important bit is the entry from March 1st)

Anyway...so long, fairwell, etc etc xx