I DON’T GIVE IT AWAY By Nancy Robinson Masters

For more than a quarter of a century (yikes, that makes me sound old!) I’ve kept a small piece of paper I found on the floor of a motel restroom tacked to my writing room wall. These five words sum up how I’ve succeeded in supporting myself as a freelance writer:

HAPPILY EVER AFTER By Chris Gavaler

I missed the phone call from my agent, but Lesley wrote down the information on a piece of paper and folded it into a ring box, the kind you hand a prospective fianc

FUNDING WRITING PROJECTS WITH GRANTS By Danielle Westvang

Don’t most writing projects start out with a big idea? It could be something that came to you while you were stuck in traffic, doodled on a scrap of paper during a boring staff meeting, or penned on a coaster while waiting for friends at some trendy new club. If you are anything like me, your best ideas come to you when you’re not really trying to come up with anything brilliant…

ROUNDABOUT WRITING SUCCESS By Eileen Coale

As a child, I was always writing. I wrote lots of stories, and the summer I was eight, I put together several issues of a neighborhood newspaper, which my father copied at work so I could distribute it to the neighbors. I still have a battered copy of one of the issues.

WRITER IN AUGUST—DOLLARS IN DECEMBER By Orpha Thomas

I can still see it. A small plastic poinsettia in faded red with three tiny lights and six dull green leaves. It was such a cheap piece of junk it screamed against making anything out of plastic, ever. Still, it was a symbol of Christmas, and all I had to work with, so I put […]

STRINGER SURVIVAL By Callie Lyons

I have the best job in the world. I don’t keep office hours and I’m a writer. My work is published several times a week for a readership of over 13,000 people.

THE SPIN DOCTOR IS IN By Susan Erling Martinez

Since the early eighties, I have been a fairly successful freelance public relations writer. My career began because my daughter, Amber, needed toe shoes. No kidding. It was 1984. At that time I was working as the director of a non-profit agency, writing a bit on the side, and trying to raise five children mainly on my first husband’s meager teacher’s salary. Money was always tight.