Today is good!
You know how it is when you've wrapped up an article and know it's dynamite. I just had one of those experiences. Mercenary meets artist in my writing efforts. Sure I must like the topic. If I am enthralled with it, even better.
But weighing the differences. Bad topic - high pay versus favored topic - low pay, would cause me to decide with caution. I could still use one more sporadic higher paying client. I do have one I'm keeping and she wants to keep me also. However, I only touched on the subject of needing more money and she'll be a tough nut to crack on that.
Very clever at delay tactics as the escrowed amount is near. Never has been unfair or neglected to pay me. Really didn't want to do all 2,500 descriptions but it might pay off in the future.
Another writer will understand how good it feels to have solidly completed an article or project that you know is deserving of high praise and more money.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
The Humble Copywriter News
I've been drawn back into the brokering business as a favor to a friend. Hope it works out well. Really pathetic pay but the writer accepted it. I've been drawn to an advertising bid. One headline - fifty dollars. Now that's my idea of fair pay. Like I used to win bonuses irl at one job. I'm thinking of ideas and will wake up in the morning with at least one brilliant one. Now if the buyer and I have the same definition of brilliant - I have $50.
More from the Humble Copywriter
Amazing how much things can improve with that one buyer returning with his better than reasonable offer of pay. Now once again - I'm moving up. Have mucho work - this one assignment - plus one low rent but promising new buyer - and those Halloween costume descriptions from writer's hell. But hey, borrowing from an old Lionel Ritchie cd "Two Out Of Three Ain't Bad."
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
September is getting better
Hi World,
Today was a satisfying day. Finished last golf blog. Only knowledge I retain is that US won the Ryder Cup Championship.
The writing I did enjoy was on the Sudoku Puzzles. Fun topic.
Plus everything in my rentals is clarified with everyone and things will now proceed smoothly. I feel able to relax for the first week since Labor Day weekend. Now if only the Halloween project I'm doing will end. Surely she can't extend it way into October. A contract is a contract but OMG it is the most boring thing I've done in recent memory.
Today would have been my mom's birthday celebration if she were still alive. No one should pass away at a young age. Sometimes I still reach for the phone for our daily chat. Go figure.
It's hilarious to write for an audience of - myself. Sometime I'll have to network a little. I should post the link to my Halloween List. Golly gee I might make as much as $1.17 - that'll buy me a - nope can't think of anything it'll buy me that I want.
Today was a satisfying day. Finished last golf blog. Only knowledge I retain is that US won the Ryder Cup Championship.
The writing I did enjoy was on the Sudoku Puzzles. Fun topic.
Plus everything in my rentals is clarified with everyone and things will now proceed smoothly. I feel able to relax for the first week since Labor Day weekend. Now if only the Halloween project I'm doing will end. Surely she can't extend it way into October. A contract is a contract but OMG it is the most boring thing I've done in recent memory.
Today would have been my mom's birthday celebration if she were still alive. No one should pass away at a young age. Sometimes I still reach for the phone for our daily chat. Go figure.
It's hilarious to write for an audience of - myself. Sometime I'll have to network a little. I should post the link to my Halloween List. Golly gee I might make as much as $1.17 - that'll buy me a - nope can't think of anything it'll buy me that I want.
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They Say Timing Is Everything
Yesterday I was in the depth of the pits of despair, literally. Thankfully I didn't alienate this new buyer I have. I was a little rude to him one time regarding low pay. He is great, if only as he says he may be able to do he can scrape up more money to pay better. For now I'm content writing for him. He isn't afraid to man up and admit when he's wrong. Thus I continue to write for him even though I can probably get more money soon - but he will retain my availability simply due to - TIMING.
Up from the pits, the humble copywriter perowlifick2 continues her struggle onward and upward.
They Say Timing Is Everything
Yesterday I was in the depth of the pits of despair, literally. Thankfully I didn't alienate this new buyer I have. I was a little rude to him one time regarding low pay. He is great, if only as he says he may be able to do he can scrape up more money to pay better. For now I'm content writing for him. He isn't afraid to man up and admit when he's wrong. Thus I continue to write for him even though I can probably get more money soon - but he will retain my availability simply due to - TIMING.
Up from the pits, the humble copywriter perowlifick2 continues her struggle onward and upward.
Monday, September 22, 2008
September Saga
A landlord has three weeks after the end of the lease in which to return a security deposit (in my home state). In order to accommodate the mother of the previously mentioned student I had to evict, I returned her full deposit this morning. She had requested that due to her own budget. It cost her a fee to receive the money. It will cost me interest since I paid via PayPal with my Visa. card. Considering the stress her daughter caused - the mom should have been happy to receive it immediately. She knew I'd be using PayPal since I asked for her PP address. Instead she sent an email saying she would rather have waited for a check since she lost all that money. It was under $12.
She went on to vilify the new landlord because he would not give her ten free days before charging rent for October. The woman had the option of her daughter waiting to move till October 1st. Finally - she concluded the email by callling the new landlord a towel head. It was as if she knew how much prejudice offends me although I'm a lilly-white skinned Caucasion).
Borrowing a concept from the murder trial of the Menendez brothers, she's the type of individual who would kill her parents and then bitch about the fact that she was an orphan.
She went on to vilify the new landlord because he would not give her ten free days before charging rent for October. The woman had the option of her daughter waiting to move till October 1st. Finally - she concluded the email by callling the new landlord a towel head. It was as if she knew how much prejudice offends me although I'm a lilly-white skinned Caucasion).
Borrowing a concept from the murder trial of the Menendez brothers, she's the type of individual who would kill her parents and then bitch about the fact that she was an orphan.
September Sorrows and It's Not Over Yet
I should have been forewarned when the first tenant had a wild beer party which included her sitting on the front steps soliciting drunken boys for phone numbers. Such a nice mother who pays her rent and would have been concerned to see little girl freshman cut loose out on her own for the first time. Confrontation, refreshing her memory of how I had firmly used the words "not a party house." Clear to me, clear to her mother not clear to little freshman girl.
Requested she move which is difficult for me to do since I'm basically kind. Negotiations with her mother, me suckered into giving her a second chance. Really wasn't wanting to lose money since the herd of available students has now thinned. Apologetic note accepted. One week later - party resumed. Drank the beer somewhere else at least, otherwise no difference.
In the words of Delores Claibourne, "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me."
Delores is a fictional character with more common sense then me. I am glad to have given the student a second chance though. My conscience is clear. Her mother lost money in the process and I'm sure was stressed as I was by the entire debacle.
Lack of adequate communication is at the root of many of life's problems. The mom understood the words "no party house" and all that the definition entailed. The daughter didn't. I wish her well but omg am I glad she is gone.
And September continues...
The aftermath of my venture into the world of business in the guise of being an article broker is the loss of a favorite buyer. Why didn't I appreciate him more, send his articles faster instead of sporadically. It wouldn't have mattered actually. As soon as he noticed I was trying to be a buyer he was lost to me. The man was a perfect buyer. He sent me work on a general subject, said do 8 or 10 articles on it, whichever I preferred and paid immediately. He wasn't going to make me rich - but then neither is anyone else.
He never criticized me once. Hell, I liked him better than my second husband.
Most buyers I've encountered were trying to rush me. No problem. At least I felt as if they wanted my writing.
When something seems to be too good to be true why oh why do I keep thinking maybe - against all odds - this time it will be beneficial. Judge Judy why have I not believed you?
Somewhat shockingly a buyer has not only "ordered" me to slow down but criticized me for writing about something that he himself didn't know about the topic.
After a week of voluminous praise to motivate me I've been accused of being not only too fast and sloppy and not bright enough for the seo work I would have greatly enjoyed doing - BUT - outright dishonesty. I wouldn't pass off someone else's work as mine. I do believe there's a word for that - plagiarism - as everyone knows. Besides ethics, I love my own writing too much.
Now I have the dilemma of choosing to make nice and go on following the carrot of higher earnings being dangled in front of me. Weigh the options - subservience and more money on one side - or a non-productive angry outburst of rightious indignation that will bounce off him like a harmless drop of water and he'll take his money elsewhere.
Hmmm. Faux subservience - make nice - make money? Or act out my anger?
I'll give myself time to decide. Hmmm what is more important - rebelling against my own insignificance or lounging comfortably on my new leather couch and love seat - sooner rather than later.
Yes - I'll give my insulted self at least a nanosecond. What's another emotionally painful episode in an already dysfunctional life...
Requested she move which is difficult for me to do since I'm basically kind. Negotiations with her mother, me suckered into giving her a second chance. Really wasn't wanting to lose money since the herd of available students has now thinned. Apologetic note accepted. One week later - party resumed. Drank the beer somewhere else at least, otherwise no difference.
In the words of Delores Claibourne, "Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me."
Delores is a fictional character with more common sense then me. I am glad to have given the student a second chance though. My conscience is clear. Her mother lost money in the process and I'm sure was stressed as I was by the entire debacle.
Lack of adequate communication is at the root of many of life's problems. The mom understood the words "no party house" and all that the definition entailed. The daughter didn't. I wish her well but omg am I glad she is gone.
And September continues...
The aftermath of my venture into the world of business in the guise of being an article broker is the loss of a favorite buyer. Why didn't I appreciate him more, send his articles faster instead of sporadically. It wouldn't have mattered actually. As soon as he noticed I was trying to be a buyer he was lost to me. The man was a perfect buyer. He sent me work on a general subject, said do 8 or 10 articles on it, whichever I preferred and paid immediately. He wasn't going to make me rich - but then neither is anyone else.
He never criticized me once. Hell, I liked him better than my second husband.
Most buyers I've encountered were trying to rush me. No problem. At least I felt as if they wanted my writing.
When something seems to be too good to be true why oh why do I keep thinking maybe - against all odds - this time it will be beneficial. Judge Judy why have I not believed you?
Somewhat shockingly a buyer has not only "ordered" me to slow down but criticized me for writing about something that he himself didn't know about the topic.
After a week of voluminous praise to motivate me I've been accused of being not only too fast and sloppy and not bright enough for the seo work I would have greatly enjoyed doing - BUT - outright dishonesty. I wouldn't pass off someone else's work as mine. I do believe there's a word for that - plagiarism - as everyone knows. Besides ethics, I love my own writing too much.
Now I have the dilemma of choosing to make nice and go on following the carrot of higher earnings being dangled in front of me. Weigh the options - subservience and more money on one side - or a non-productive angry outburst of rightious indignation that will bounce off him like a harmless drop of water and he'll take his money elsewhere.
Hmmm. Faux subservience - make nice - make money? Or act out my anger?
I'll give myself time to decide. Hmmm what is more important - rebelling against my own insignificance or lounging comfortably on my new leather couch and love seat - sooner rather than later.
Yes - I'll give my insulted self at least a nanosecond. What's another emotionally painful episode in an already dysfunctional life...
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