It feels like all I’ve done for the last five years as an editor is update my website. However, I have a really really good reason for it this time. Really really. Hear me out…
“Woohoo! I’ve doubled my income!” said seemingly every online entrepreneur ever. Ugh! I would slam my laptop in a sulk and go meditate… lying down… until I fell asleep. AKA nap.
It’s 1.54pm. I’m two days away from a business retreat with 30 ambitious entrepreneurs led by my mentor Natalie MacNeil. I should be planning a presentation I’ll be delivering about writing your book.
It’s easy for stuff to get lost in translation. Especially with the written word, where body language and tone of voice are taken away from the act of communication.
Goosebumps… That’s what people have been saying when I’ve shared this excerpt from the Voice chapter of Web Words & Wanderlust. Why?
I thought I’d heard every fear in the book around hiring an editor, about writing an ebook, and about creating a product that the audience will love.
I spent Christmas 2013 alone in Fiji. Talk about doing stuff that brings up all your shit. It was the freaking weirdest, coolest, out-of-my-comfort-zone, face-my-fears trip I’ve ever done.
My oh my, was I naïve. This whole business thing didn’t go quite as I’d planned. Editing for a living is one thing. Being CEO of Me is a-whole-other-level kind of interesting.
Yes, when you’re on the road, you take days off and time out, just as you would at home. You exercise. You do your washing. You eat. And yes, if you’re living a life like this, you work. Travel is still actual life.
Truth be told, I still had a fair few hours left, albeit without much ‘freedom’ at all. Something about being location independent suggests you might be, gasp, independent of any location.
Despite regularly working long hours, keeping to tight deadlines and having clients around the world, I hear comments about ‘globetrotting’ and ‘holidays’ all the time.
The day that most people meet Bill Gates is, I imagine, a memorable one for all the right reasons. Inspiration, ambition, achievement laid bare for all to see. Okay, so that’s not how my story […]
When I think of ‘quitting’, my mind automatically jumps to failure. Giving up has become something of a dirty notion. We’re not supposed to quit. We’re supposed to keep going tirelessly, sometimes pointlessly.
Frankly, there have been times I’ve hated the book I’ve written. Why, you may ask, am I telling you this? It’s a good question and I’ve wrangled and wrestled with whether to admit how much it’s pained me.
Do you ever find ‘trying to focus’ is a contradiction in terms? I get wound up when I’m concentrating on getting things done rather than simply concentrating.