I’m sure I’ve mentioned this enough times to be annoying in my blogs, but in August (2012) I quit my job, my sort of well paying, sort of respectable, sometimes enjoyable corporate job, the kind that your mum can tell her friends about and not feel like her kid is a loser. Just. But I wasn’t enjoying it and I really really wanted to try to live a life I was proud of trying to live before I have a heart attack or die from cirrhosis of the liver before my 50th birthday. So the posts listed under this subject are about my attempts to do just that, to get paid for writing or taking pictures or both of the above. I have no experience in either, no contacts and no education to back them up with, just an almost stupid belief that if I try I will succeed. Hah! Will I? Let’s see.