One of my Leeds seeds asked me whether I’d died the other day. Or thrown in the trowel. As I start the fourth fruitful year during a racy contract with a global giant, it’s time to silence the rumours…
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One of my Leeds seeds asked me whether I’d died the other day. Or thrown in the trowel. As I start the fourth fruitful year during a racy contract with a global giant, it’s time to silence the rumours…
The idea of a working vacation may sound like a starry-eyed dream full of sand encrusted keyboards, but for a Freelance Copywriter with a passion for travelling, here are five reasons why it’s SO possible.
No, I’m not referring to Christmas. IT’S ONLY MOVEMBER. Crumbs. I am in fact about to reveal how the letter C is both a curse and a cure for creative copywriters.
My, how Salsify Creative’s roots have spread this year! To celebrate one year’s growth in virtual pastures, we thought we’d throw a bit of a party…
Or does a Copyrighter write? As a Freelance Copywriter who’s been called a lot of things in my time (I’ll save your snorts), I thought it was apt to explore our right, honourable title. And more importantly, what it means to you.
This festive special is dedicated to all the businesses out there without a creative Freelance Copywriter.
If someone asked you to represent yourself on a blank sheet of well-thumbed and suspiciously sticky sheet of A3 card, what would you create?
Long live the centenary celebrations!
No I haven’t just turned 100 (cue heavy huff – the sort of sigh that would abruptly end the cat’s contented purr) nor has Salsify Creative been thriving for 10 decades (obviously). No, I’ve just been voted in the UK’s Top 100 Freelancers outside of London. Some feat considering I’ve only been a (fulltime) Freelance Copywriter for just over 100 days (128 to be precise).
Take your shoes off, leave the heavy treadmill at the door and treat yourself to a break. You’re now in the writing playground of Salsify Creative, where deep-rooted ideas are pushed above ground by me, Sally Symondson.