Why, oh why, do I spend my days being underpaid and overworked (well, sometimes), writing for people who wouldn't know good writing if the words wrapped themselves around their necks until they turned blue? Why do I put up with arrogant people, rude people and the downright bonkers, when I could be like the Text Wizard?
I've got the experience, I've got a laptop, I've got Mr Meep to design me a whizzy website. Blimey - what am I waiting for?
Emma Shepherd, AKA The Word Fairy - self employment may not be so far away. Anyone want anything written?