After an exhilarating weekend spent in the Sup for Golden Plains festival, my Tuesday was spent picking away at client files, doing a few loads of post-festival washing, sneaking in a run along the ocean, and devouring not one… not two… but three Netflix documentaries.
Have I mentioned how much I’m loving this freelance lifestyle?
Here’s what was on the docket:
I am excited to launch ‘Flight Deck,’ a behind-the-scenes look at the work I do as a professional copywriter and storyteller.
Whenever I’m asked questions like, “What does it mean to be a writer?” and “So… what is it that you do, exactly?” my response is based entirely on whatever I happen to be working on that day. If you had posed the question two weeks ago, I would have told you that being a writer means preparing letters of authenticity for didgeridoos in North Australia… and I’d be telling the truth.
Before we delve into the details, though, I thought I’d share the story of how Paper Plane Communications – my bread and butter, my baby – came to be.
This weekend I’ll be taking in my first Australian music festival: Golden Plains X. We’ll pack our swag (sleeping bag) and esky (cooler) into the boot (trunk) of the car and make tracks to the Meredith Supernatural Amphitheatre – the Sup.
I swear that one day I’ll get handle on all this Aussie slang; unfortunately, however, today is not that day.
