Letters To The Editor For May 13th
This Week:
- SHE’S GOT A LICENSE TO WRITE
- THANKS FOR THE WARNING!
This Week:
Oops is what many of us have said when learning the ropes during our experiences in the World of Writing, (WOW). Being new in the field of freelance writing is kind of like being a medical intern. You’ve read about the ins and outs and now you actually have to go out in the field and perform.
Richard spent part of last week and all weekend building me a deck and gazebo! It’s beautiful!!! Frank helped Richard and he also helped me pull weeds and spread organic fertilizer. Mason enjoyed running his trucks through the fertilizer (yuck). I’m quite sure he won’t have completely clean fingernails again until the snows come next winter. Mason and Max understandably want to spend ALL their time outdoors now…which is why we really needed the gazebo – so I can work outside while they play. Unfortunately, now it’s supposed to rain all week.
We received a complaint about the terms this company offers contributors so we decided to check it out.
You’ve likely seen the hundreds (perhaps thousands?) of ads posted on the Internet by Examiner.com, which seems to perpetually need writers. You can bet that anyone posting this many help wanted ads is offering really, really low pay.
This Week:
Ordinarily, you read WritersWeekly for tips about how to make money. This is a cautionary tale that may help you keep more of your earnings. Last year, I discovered that I need a business license to write at home.
Swine Flu. Oh, joy. The bane of my recent sleepless nights and new gray eyebrows (seriously – that’s the only place I can see gray hair!).
My POD Best Practices articles series states that POD publishers “should not do business of any kind under a false name.”
A reader notified me last week about a website that appeared to be set up to help authors find the best “indie publisher” for their book…
This Week:
When it comes to submitting a query, article, manuscript or poem, I’ve broken every rule. My problem stems from my elementary school days. I was told by teachers and friends that I could write. I made my best friend, Josephine, weep over my love stories. My first grade teacher marched our whole class into the third and fourth grade classroom to read my story about the birthday party. (True, it was only a small international school with combined classes.)