I hear the sound of my partner call from the kitchen, his deep voice cutting through the spring air filling the house as he enters from the garden, offering a coffee, and I snap out of my daydream. I reply appreciatively before tapping at my keyboard to check for new mail.
I have several urgent messages from rich widows and the representatives of recently deceased Nigerian banking officials, but there’s another, and it’s from… you.
You’re in need of someone to write content for you, and I’m in need of someone to join my current client list and finally fill my working day with lovely words – lovely words pouring from my fingers like the sun now pours through my window and bathes my desk. Delicious sentences more compelling than the aroma of fresh coffee now flooding through the house.
So what are you waiting for, the rain to stop?