On Paper

I've realized that my 'who I know' list is surprisingly shorter than I had often imagined as I started e-mailing out to previous contacts for freelance work. I had a good reputation there before I started working for the magazines and hopefully someone will throw some work my way. Failing that I can put my name on the boards again and hope for a few calls from there although they are often the bare minimum wage jobs regardless of a writers usual rates and no such things as retainers are mentioned. This is not an option that's high on my list and thankfully while my in-box remains on the slimmer side of empty I'm not likely to succumb to panic as I gently play with my Venusian leather bound copy of 'The hitch-hikers guide to the galaxy'.
Perhaps I hanker for the thrill of it all, the deadlines and the endless hot drinks and the quickly eaten meals as the midnight oil burns over a messy paper strewn desk where I sit over a beaten up keyboard in an almost forgotten corner of the small hours.
Beat me and whip me I cry as I once more potentially adopt the regime of self-torture.

My image has appeared in Hot Pepper, which is a free magazine, published here in most major cities that is full of adverts for local businesses and often has accompanying discount coupons. People have a tendency to use venues they know and trust as we are mainly creatures of habit. Our own restaurant has many local regulars and so what better way to tempt potential new customers into your premises than an advert to show a warm inviting ambiance. A model family enjoying succulent, mouth-watering specialties and of course a coupon that entitles you to something free or a nice discount. I'm not there in the restaurant section as some may surmise because obviously they'll have images of those very same comfortable settings and those appetizing dishes.
I'm there in the hair and beauty section (laughs), where else?
'Ah fame at last' she says smiling and reclining comfortably in her chair! Well not exactly, I was pleased to agree when my hair school asked me last January if they could use my image freely for use in their advertisement.

Miss Shun-Impossible has been in Kobe to secure a small but valuable contract for a shoe company based over there. She came back all smiles and had with her a nice bottle of wine to help celebrate her success.
This is not anything like the normal singular jobs that she quite often works for or any of the model and non-commercial assignments but again, thanks to contacts made over a few years in the industry herself, she managed to get the contract for one of their long term sales campaigns.

The Angels got themselves on paper when a very nice old street artist drew them as we looked around the Mosaic garden just outside the mall. It's nice to pick up end of range bargains as stores try to clear their old stocks. These are good quality clothes at bargain prices and I'm not so rich that I can turn away from money saving opportunities. Sometimes, as I am so want to spend at every single eye-catching sales that I see, especially those with fashionable children's clothes, I have to consider more the finances, the wear-ability factors, the quality of the fabrics and the stitching and of course I want them to look good. Their presentation is still a reflection of me.

They are mini versions of me and I see a lot of my being within each of them. Of course I see elements of their father but girls follow a Mother and I am proud of my little Angels.