Chris Worth is a marketing hobo who spent a decade with advertising agencies in the capitals of Asia and Europe. Now a six-figure freelancer (obvs) he creates campaigns, content, and collateral for a roster of clients worldwide—mostly in the communications / media / technology and financial services sectors.
Dropping out of school at 16, he somehow managed an MBA later at the UK’s Warwick Business School. Interests include politics/philosophy/economics, physics, fitness, literature, architecture, personal/professional development, anything with wings or wheels, and all things tech. Outside nonfiction he pens the odd thriller as Mark Charteris and sci-fi short as Ted Bann, both more hobbies than jobbies. He’s clueless about music and doesn’t follow sports.
A seasoned traveller, he’s explored over 60 countries, from solo treks in the Javan jungle to 4×4 jaunts across the Sahara. A keen boulderer (rock climbing without the altitude) and qualified diver (sea and sky), he’s also a certified calisthenics and kettlebells instructor who works out daily with bag, ‘bells, bar, and body. (The best gym is within your own skin.)
His creed is Objectivism, the “rules for living” defined by moral philosopher Ayn Rand. Politically he leans libertarian, favouring a limited state that protects individual rights. He’s also a minimalist: after ten years living out of a backpack, the contents of his first house never got beyond bed and bench, while his business infrastructure totals a laptop and phone. The dress code’s equally spartan, at jeans and a black T. But he’s never without his Kindle.
What prompted this book? Like all freelancers, Chris has had good years and bad years. Some time back he started noting what led to good years . . . and the differences that made them great. 100 Days, 100 Grand is the result: 100 short chapters with everything a freelancer needs to hit a six-figure income.
Chris lives in London with his wife Lynne, a polyglot law graduate, finance pro, and expert cook with her own series of recipe books out. Amid the literary haunts of Greenwich and Blackheath, they watch too many movies, enjoy too much food, drink too much wine, and do not enough Yoga to atone for it.