The first page of my article had been photocopied and sent along. I wrote and asked for the “jump” page. The editor said she copied the story from a bound volume and couldn’t send the continuation. I checked the publication website and found a complete list of last year’s articles. If one wanted a copy of a particular article, I read, one could send along $3.00.
The Baltimore Sun’s Travel Editor called in January with some fantastic news–they were planning to run a short essay and photo I submitted to them. My piece and 4×6 photo ran on Sunday, February 20th!
This Week:
We bought Max a brand new bed of his very own (not a hand-me-down) last week. We went ahead and bought him a queen, thinking he’ll be able to take it with him someday when he moves out. And, I wasn’t too keen on having a bed that looks like a car or a spaceship (ug!) in our house.
This Week:
The more thought you put into your book-signing the greater the chance of profitable results. At my last signing, I sold all 100 copies I’d arrived with. Angela asked me to share my hints with WritersWeekly.com readers. Here are quick tips for turning your next book-signing into a successful event.
I found out something upsetting today. Amazon is selling an article of mine, How Busy Parents Squeeze in Fitness, that I never gave them permission to sell. I was never contacted at all.
I am a wise woman. It is not because I have all the answers that I consider myself wise. It is because I prefer learning from others than making all my own mistakes. I developed my philosophy from an accountant I knew when I opened my first business. She said, “People will tell you that everything you do for your business is tax deductible. They are right. It is tax deductible but it is deductible from YOUR PROFITS.” She was a wise woman and I have conducted several successful businesses with those words echoing in my brain.
This Week:
We had a very exciting Friday night here! Just before bed, I heard water running through the pipes upstairs and thought one of the children was showering. (My brain didn’t register that I’d never heard that water running upstairs before.) A few minutes later, Ali screamed, “Mom! There’s something wrong with the basement!”
