My new job!


So freelance writing is paying the bills. How on earth THAT was possible, I don't know! There are hundreds of self-help books on how to make a living as a freelance writer, and I've never read one of them. It's the kind of thing that's usually a dream, and that people go broke trying. I went broke trying to find a real job, and somehow freelance work is coming at me from all angles. Yay!

I have two editors at the paper who give me compliments and throw me work all the time. At first I worried that it would end too quickly, but they seem to like me, and heck, I'm way cheaper than hiring a full-time employee. I might have another editor too, and soon I hope to be writing for some other publications.

Today I stumbled into the living room at 7 and put in a couple hours writing and researching before my editors even made it to work. Then I took a shower around 10 as I waited for people to call me back. Around 2 I headed out to Trader Joes, and got a call on my cell. I came back, answered the call and the emails that had piled up from my editors. I pitched a couple of more stories, and have work through next week. That may not seem like a lot- but it's more good work that I have had in a long time. Plus, I love it! I finished around 4:30, and have an appointment book filled with stuff coming up this week.

Last week I wrote about an underpriveledged school and got to visit, hang out with the kids and talk to people. This week I am visiting a woman who grows 80 percent of her own food in her yard in the city. I came up with this one... I'm totally curious! What does she eat in December?

So, I was on the brink of heading back to nursing school, any maybe I still will someday- but this is what I want to do- I couldn't be happier. If there is some way to possible keep it up and make a living, I'll happily make $25,000 a year. Maybe that's what the A-hole who snagged my job at the non-profit felt like. If so, good for him. Ten years experience working for $22k. Sheesh.

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