When I was first offered a blog ghostwriting gig by Jim, a director of something-or-other for a tech company, it would’ve been putting it nicely to say I was underwhelmed. Via LinkedIn message, I was offered the chance to connect about a writing assignment. The lead seemed so low qualified that it was not until Jim messaged me again that I replied with (admittedly faked) interest.
Defining myself as a specialist writer, I refused to take on work other than criticism for the simple reason that I saw diversity as a threat to my status as a professional. I saw extra work as a crack in my armour, and feared that others within my industry would see me as less of a critic for each step I took towards becoming a jack of all trades writer.
How 4 simple words from Angela Hoy at WritersWeekly cured 10 years of writer’s block.
Since I was a young girl, I knew writing was my strength and one thing at which I truly excelled. However, a lack of knowledge of the realm of possibilities for a writer in today’s world as well as some tumultuous teenage years and beyond threw me off of any solid path in that direction.
I didn’t plan on becoming a writer. In fact, I had completely given up on the idea before it could even become a reality. At age 22, I was a single mother, attending college full-time, working 2 jobs, and determined to be successful.
About three years ago, at age 45, I was sitting in my pajamas, eating breakfast, pondering how to change careers, when I asked myself – what do I really enjoy? The answer came back – you like reading and you like movies! What freelance career could I spin my hobbies into? Here’s what I did: […]
If you have teaching credentials, or years in the classroom, use these skills to write for academic publishers. Classic textbooks are revised periodically, and published year after year. In many cases, the professor does little writing, while farming out the actual writing to others. The big three textbook publishers – McGraw-Hill Education, Pearson Education, and […]
I am SO fed up! And, I fully expect this article to get slammed by the faint of heart, the political correctness police, and anybody else who can’t accept a good, honest rant!
My fingers trembled as I hammered out a first-person story on a manual typewriter at my kitchen table one sleepless night in 1984. The resulting tear-stained account of my toddler’s burn ordeal sat in a drawer for months until it dawned on me that sharing our family’s heartache might prevent a similar tragedy from befalling […]
When I was fourteen, I determined I wanted to grow up and write for a living. School counselors laughed so, as a high school senior, I enrolled at Arizona State University majoring in aeronautical engineering. I dropped out of school, went back several times, and after a series of jobs and ìcareersî that 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.