Letters To The Editor For August 17th
Letters will return next week.
Letters will return next week.
Like public speaking or bungee jumping, negotiation is something that gives most people at least a little anxiety. When you’re dealing with payment for your services, you don’t want to seem greedy and obnoxious, and you don’t want to be seen as a doormat, either. But whether you’re haggling at a yard sale or buying a car, a little self-confidence and some carefully chosen words can go a long way.
I have been published for about three years in a niche market. I will be getting married and want to change my last name. How can I be sure that people will know I’m still me?
I always longed to be a writer. My friends considered me one; in spite of the fact that my only publishing credits were letters to the editor.
Yet I always looked for writing opportunities at every local publication or job I held. My husband encouraged me to pursue my dream. But with three small children (one with serious kidney, allergy, and asthma problems), my dream of becoming a writer seemed more elusive than ever.
We took Max to his first carnival / fair last night. He could NOT stop talking about the “rowrrrr coaster!”

After we ran last week’s article, we received a record number of letters from readers…

This Week:
Each weekday brings a pack of mail from banks offering me and mine low introductory rates that are meant to pull us in so we’ll commit ourselves, right before the rates go up.
I was recently contacted by an agent concerning my first book that I have written. I wrote the book but did receive ideas, comments and critiques from one of my friends during weekly brain storming sessions. We have a friendship agreement to split any profits 50/50, minus expenses, I have but I feel like I need some type of contract signed before I send out my proposal to the agent later this week. I was wondering if there was a website with example contracts I can pull from and get this taken care of.
“Please get your shoes on, Girlies. Mommy has a mail drop to make before 5:00!” I help my two small daughters put on their tennis shoes, grab my stack of manila envelopes, and head out the door.