From Multiple Rejections to Full-time Freelancing – Five Easy Rules! By Dennis L. Peterson
The first article I ever submitted was accepted, published, and paid for – about $300, if I recall. And, I was hooked.
The first article I ever submitted was accepted, published, and paid for – about $300, if I recall. And, I was hooked.
How do I breathe life into my book when it is selling cheap online?
I dropped out of school, went back several times, and after a series of jobs and “careers,” which resulted in an extensive collection of hairnets and nametags, I finally got serious about being a writer, and figured out the first obstacle to working at home full time: money.
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At o’dark thirty in the morning, Ali and I are hitting the road, heading to Miami, where we will jump on a cruise ship with our future daughter-in-law, her friends, and her mother. We’ll then spent 4 days and 3 nights humming tropical songs, drinking tropical drinks, and seeing tropical sights. We will NOT be zip-lining (boring), nor parasailing (been there, done that), but we are interested in trying a unique restaurant or two on the islands, or doing some shopping.
Have you ever been to a business conference or workshop and received a bag of goodies as you walked in the door? Have you ever won a door prize at one of these conferences or workshops? Wouldn’t it be great to be able to market your book to people attending a conference that complements your books topic…even if you’re not there?
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When my father’s dementia started to decline, I cut back on work to look after him. Facing the constant barrage of demands of looking after someone with dementia, my soul was craving more. I needed an outlet to stimulate my mind and something outside of caring. Not only did I want something to distract me from looking after Dad, but also something I could profit from financially.