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The Greener Pastures (and the in-between pink, blue, and yellow ones)

January 5, 2009. Monday, 8:45 a.m. As I stood at the coffee machine spewing its awful tasting contents (the management called it “coffee”) into my mug, I dreamed of a life where I could write all day about the things that mattered to me, and be paid good money for it.

This was about two years ago when I was working at a 9 to 6 (plus a one way commute time of two hours) corporate job. My resume boasted of big words – Communications Manager, Instructional Designer – and I had a befitting pay check to show for it, too. But somehow, despite the good life, I wasn’t truly happy.

So, I decided I had had enough of the bad coffee and quit my job. (Not on the same Monday, but many Mondays later.) I spent the following year whiling away my time (I called it “learning by observing”), enrolling in a creative writing course, studying the freelance market, sending articles to publications, and being repeatedly rejected.

I even worked for free for a major publication just to see my name in print (when I asked for a fee two articles later, the Editor said she didn’t want my style of articles any more), and worked on ghost writing projects. In the meantime, I took feedback earnestly. My creative writing course tutor helped immensely, as did some writer chaps I met through an online forum. And I wrote something every day, regardless of its sale value or even publish-worthiness. Finally, well into my second year of doing everything but making money from writing, I managed to sell my first article – with a byline and a fee. Since then, there’s been no looking back.

So what’s the one lesson that I learned through the course of this journey? To get to the greener pastures, you have to pass the in-between pink, blue, and yellow ones, too. And today, I’m going to reveal how to do just that. Here’s how to find those writing jobs and make money off your writing.

The Green Pasture: Getting a byline

The Other-colored Pastures: Writing without getting one

Yeah, I know: You’re probably thinking, why would anyone write without getting a byline? I did, and you would do too, if you eventually want to get your name published under an article. Just like with all other jobs, experience counts in the writing business too. And how do you get experience as a writer? Work on projects that suit your style, even if they initially don’t offer good money and a byline. When you have a dozen or so such articles, approach the publications that offer a byline and boast of the work you’ve done. Get client recommendations, if necessary, to vouch for your professionalism, work ethic and writing style.

A word of caution: Some of the glossies may not offer a payment to new writers – if you think you must get a byline and be paid for the article as well, tell the Editor so. It could mean losing out on the job, but you know what you’re worth. And now, the Editor does too.

The Green Pasture: Getting paid to write 

The Other-colored Pastures: Writing for nondescript publications

I’ll make it short: Never say never to any market, and you’ll never fall short of paid work. This may seem like daunting advice if you’ve been freelancing in a niche area, or think you’re good at writing for only so many markets. However, as a writer, you should be able to write – anything! And unless you attempt a genre, how will you know how good or bad you are at it?

Markets that remain unexplored, and thus underutilized, need freelance contributions all the time. So your chances at getting published and paid for your effort are very high. Think in-flight magazines, travel brochures in hotels, or trade magazines in exhibitions. And while you wait for these magazines to respond to your query letter, hunt for content management companies that require an article here and there. No long term commitment required – you work when you have the time, and only take up projects that interest you. On the flip side, no byline, but there is good money.

Some newspapers and magazines also pay for their readers’ letters – there hasn’t been an easier way to make some cash!

The Green Pasture: Writing assignments flooding to your inbox

The Other-colored Pastures: Finding writing jobs and selling your craft shamelessly

In an ideal world, chocolate would grow on trees and writing assignments would flood your inbox. Wait a minute… Chocolate – or some form of it – does grow on trees (shrubs, plants, whatever)! So writing jobs also must flood your inbox? Yes, they do. But to get to that green pasture, you must pass through the in-between pink, blue, and yellow pastures.

No matter how big a celebrity your dogs think you are, the world at large still needs to know about your writing talent. To do that, first, you must find writing jobs. Apart from the sources stated above, google for websites that offer a chance to advertise your skills for free. Submitting content on websites that are run purely on a contribution-basis are a great place to start. Look for ezinearticles.com, suite101.com, Wikipedia.com, articlesbase.com, eHow.com – read each website’s submission guidelines and copyright information carefully before you submit your article.

Once you have an expanding directory of work online, use social media such as Twitter and Facebook to divert traffic to your specific URLs. (Tip: Twitter is a great place to find jobs too! Just use the hash tag (#) before phrases such as “writingjobs” or “editing” and hit Search.) Putting up a link to your blog or other such place through which people can reach you ensures that you get writing offers delivered to your inbox!

In conclusion, don’t be shy of crossing the other-colored pastures, or even staying on them for a while. They are the ones that led me from my bad coffee days to the ones where I choose not just my coffee type (black for Mondays and Wednesdays, latte for Tuesdays, and mocha for Thursdays and Fridays), but also what I do while I drink it. It’s a life you don’t want to miss!

What do you want to be when you grow up?

I always got asked that when I was a kid. Now in the third decade of my life, when asked the same question by my mom a few days ago, I was a taken aback.

I was startled because:

1. I thought I had grown up. Of course, there was still potential to grow up some more, but I had definitely outgrown the question.

2. I was happy with my life, with what I was when I was grown up.

3. I thought I was already doing something with my life. OK, so it had nothing to do with being a doctor (like I wanted to be when I was 7) or a teacher (like I wanted to be when I was 11 or so), or even a princess (4-5 years old), but I was something!

So my mom’s question kinda got me slightly rattled. “What do you mean?” I asked her. “I mean,” she began, “You do want to do something eventually that earns you some income, right?”

More irritation occurred with the dawn of the realisation. So that silly question I was asked as a kid was all about how much money one wants to make?! It was never about following your heart, doing what you loved, etc. etc.?

“I am already something,” I defiantly told mom. “I am a wife, a daughter, a writer…” “Yes, yes, of course you are,” mom interrupted. “But are those things making you any money?” As I gaped at mom like a fish out of water, she continued. “It is a nice thing that you don’t really need to work for money, and that the people around you are supportive of that decision, but… a housewife? Is that all you want to be?”

The fish-out-of-water feeling was being replaced by a terrible sadness and frustration. Still, I wanted to fight my way out of this one. So I said, “Writing may or may not make me any money, but at least I’m happy doing what I do now than I ever have been. Doesn’t that account for anything?” Silence. So I forged on. “And even if I am called just that – a housewife – what’s wrong with it? I like being home, taking care of my family…” Mom interrupts yet again. “Yes, that is nice. But you don’t even have kids yet… Kids can take a lot of your time and energy, so it’s OK to be a housewife then. You need to dedicate your time to your kids.” I had begun to lose focus of what the discussion was really about. Was it about me being a penniless writer, a housewife without an income, or not having children? In a fit of rage, I ended the topic saying unless H has something averse to say about me not earning, I don’t have a problem with it, so mom shouldn’t either. Strangely, she agreed and gave up.

Back alone in my room, I began to wonder if my life was indeed such a sorry mess. My mom, the one person who taught me to always follow my heart and chase my dreams, was telling me that I was worthless unless I earned something. Or was I missing something there? Did she also say, “Your dream must earn you some money or else it’s a worthless one to chase,” I tried to remember.

What do I want to be when I grow up? I want to continue to write, and I hope that one day, people will like what I write so much that they will pay me for it. Of course I want to make some money off my writing; who doesn’t? Having said that, I will not be down in the dumps if I don’t get paid either. After six years of getting a monthly paycheck, for the first time, I am truly loving my job, if I can call it that, that has not made me any real money yet. I feel happier than I have in years and I feel enabled to give my best to the people around me.  This is what I wanted to be when I grew up, and I am almost there!

I understand my mom’s concerns about not having a steady income. There are risks associated with that, and thus, you are dependant on someone for money always. I do hope, some day in the near future, I can actually live off my writing, or at least earn enough as pocket-money! I am working towards that. In the meanwhile, I am happy being happy!

The next time I ask a kid, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I am going to probe him/her further. “Will you be making any money as an engine driver?” I will ask. And if the kid gives me the that’s-the-strangest-darn-question-I’ve-ever-heard look, I will know his heart is in the right place. After all, I too just want to be happy with myself when I grow up.