It can be depressing to be a work-at-home freelancer sometimes, especially on those days when you feel marooned on your own little island. If you ask me, such is my craving for the human connection that I still queue up at the bank to withdraw or deposit money, go to the library instead of reading books online, and walk down to the nearest takeaway restaurant instead of ordering in. On more occasions than one, I’ve wondered how the person sounds while reading an email.
If you’ve been nodding in agreement, I understand. Continue reading