I’m NOT A Fucking Superwoman – 4 Kids And Freelancing.

How aggressive was that title? Very. As a person, I can be a bit like that. As I sit here right now, sipping a tepid coffee from my For Fox Sake mug, I can’t turn my head to the right… Or to the left actually. It’s jammed in place because for the last few months I have been cosleeping with my baby boy. Which is a strange thing to say, I assumed I was destined to be a SMOG.

Alas, I am just out here with some girls and a boy. Is there a name for it? Just a parent I guess.

He’s on my chest right now. He snores. But today he has not been in the best of moods. Nor for the last week. Teething coupled with Leap 4 (shout out to my wonder weeks peeps), has rendered him a fucking monster. But, I love him more than I need air, so I am fine with it.

If we haven’t met before, and the chances are we haven’t. I’m a writer. Not the ‘I am writing a book, and it’s going to be published’ type of writer. Instead, I write my blog, and I make my living from copywriting – if you are a blogger who hosts prewritten posts, or a website that accepts that type of content the chances are you have one of my pieces, but you won’t know it’s me (but I know it’s you).

So I am a ‘writing the words that make you buy things you didn’t know you wanted’ type of writer. I did wonder once upon a time if that was a bit like the dirt of marketing. And then I noticed that I can afford to fund my coffee and online shopping habit and pay bills. So I will leave that dilemma for another day.

I went ‘back’ to work 8 days after child 4 arrived in the world. And by back, I mean I took a couple of days off writing anything that wasn’t a pre-agreed review, or a guest post.

What the fuck. Why?

To be honest, I felt like I had something to prove to myself (because I categorically don’t give a fuck what 99% of others think). I don’t believe we can have it all, I call bullshit on that. But I do believe that we don’t have to allow ourselves to be labelled as “so-and-sos mummy” in our day-to-day life beyond those school gates. I’ve got a name, and when clients email me, you best believe they use it. I like the fact that when I am commissioned, it’s just for me. Sometimes with the blog, it is review items or family days out. I get offered those things for the kiddos, and they love it (and so do I). But, I really believe that you need something for yourself too.

In the big old blogosphere I don’t really take part in linkies, or comment groups, I am in them but don’t really use them. The readers I have, have stumbled upon my blog by accident. That feels pretty good, to be honest. To be able to have a reasonable income from blogging and copywriting has taken years. I feel no malice towards those that make more or those that rocketed to superstardom in a matter of months. Good on them I say. I knew my blog wasn’t going to be my primary source of income, I needed the freelancing too – so that is where my focus lay.

But I have gotten a lot of comments, more so since Boy came along. How do you fit it all in? How have you finished that? Why are you back at work? YOU HAVE YOUR HANDS FULL! Is it stressful?

But, I am not a fucking superwoman, I’m just a woman out here demanding I be known by more than just “so and sos mam”.

And, if that means I’ve got to sell my wordy works to content middlemen who don’t give a fuck about more than the anchor text – well then sign me up, drop my rate to ‘a bit more than exposure’, and let’s do this.

 

Zara

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