You’re all just dying to know what I’ve done these past few days. I won’t starve your officious appetite any longer.
Even if you don’t care, I’m gonna tell you anyway cuz that’s how I roll. Maybe I’m being officious. (Officious–your word of the day. Look it up, I did. That’s why I can’t stop using it.)
After hearing about a couple of writing opportunities from a very nonofficious (or is it unofficious?) friend (who is also my English professor and a fellow writer), I wrote my first freelance article for publication on a website–not telling which one until I know if it’s been accepted. It pays up to $50 per article! Ok, that may not seem like a lot, but it’s better than some–if I get accepted, that is.
I spent several hours on this article. I’m talking major time here people. I have no idea what I’m doing or if I’m doing it correctly. I mean, I’ve read the books. I’ve taken a few classes. I’ve spoken to some folks. But, I don’t really know what I’m doing.
Ahhh. That feels better. Now that you all know my dirty little secret, I feel like we can be friends again.
Anyway, I put in some serious time on this article, got it just how I wanted it, kissed it goodbye, and sent it off into cyberspace with a seven-day response time. I only have 4 days, 17 minutes, and 36 seconds to wait.
4 days, 17 minutes, 30 seconds. (Yep, it took me 6 seconds to type that. I’m bad with the number keys.)
Ok, I’ll stop now.
Seven days is an excellent response time, but still an eternity.
Seconds ticked away as I sat staring at the computer monitor. I got hooked on the idea. I haven’t been rejected yet (or again, rather). I suddenly found all this steam and was raring to go. I spent the rest of the day brainstorming and researching article ideas. I wrote two more articles the next day for the same company. In theory, they should accept at least one of them if they don’t accept all of them, right?
But, I couldn’t just stop there, now could I? I needed more. I’m telling you–I’m hooked people. I’m addicted to writing and I’m loving it. (And I’ll love it even more when I make some moolah at it.)
Finally an addiction that isn’t bad for my health. Maybe just my sanity, but that’s a whole nother can of worms. That’s right, I said ‘a whole nother.’ Don’t like it spell check? Kiss my A-S-S. (I’m such a rebel.)
Back to my story–I started searching other sites I could write for. Having no luck and getting a tad bummed, a light bulb went off. I remembered another website accepting submissions–the online magazine that started as a blog and where I had offered to contribute.
Viola! Voila! Problem solved.
This fantastic website doesn’t pay money, but that’s ok. Payment in publication credit will be enough (if it’s accepted, mind you). So now, I’m even looking to publish for ‘free.’ (I’m going to try to not make it a habit though.)
What I’ve learned through this process:
- It’s helpful to have a friend who’s an English professor. Or, have an English professor who makes a great friend. (THANK YOU!)
- You gotta start somewhere, even if you don’t get paid to work (in this business).
- You never know when you will need to use a word like ‘officious.’ Read the dictionary.
- I am somewhat codependent. Of course, I’ve already covered writers are selfish and needy.
- I’m not very patient. (I knew that already, but thought I’d re-iterate.)
Can you recommend any reputable sites accepting and paying (American dollars) for freelance submissions?
Have you looked up ‘officious’ yet?
How much time do I have left to wait?