Sep 18, 2012
No doubt, my secret wish has been to be a writer. But I also knew that once I got paid, I’d belong to the graduating class. I got paid recently by the lovely Amanda at Easton Savvy for a piece (see it in all it’s published glory here). Ironically, it was also the piece that got me in the most trouble. Maybe one day, I’ll tell ya’ll about that.
So husband wanted to make sure I posted my pride. And I just had to edit to make sure the check writer wasn’t compromised. Here’s to hoping I get a lot more of these. You can find the other feature pieces I haven’t been paid for here.
Mar 2, 2012
During a recent coffee talk, my friends introduced to me to “AFGO”, a tongue in cheek abbreviation. AFGO represents your chance at another opportunity for growth, plus an expletive. In less than a week, I received with my very own AFGO.
It’s weird when someone thinks you’re something you don’t think you are. And you want to say, why do think that. I never said I was that. In this case, I decided to try it out for size. I think I’m a creative writer not a business writer.
I met with a woman in need of written words to publish a local organic farm. She was the marketing person. I discovered she and this farmer have soul purposes. Even though I didn’t see myself as an informational writer for hire, I agreed to help. It was more than the promise of vegetables and free lunch. I knew I needed to pay it forward and acquiring karmic purpose too.
All my remaining resistance melted when I heard she wanted to healthily feed children in local schools with a salad bar in the future. The farmer practices sustainable farming, caring for the environment, and organic vegetables. He’d fed people through the food bank donating the “uglier” vegetables to the tune of fifty thousand pounds last year. And he has a rehabilitative work program on his farm through the Department of Corrections. Last but most, he offers affordable certified organic vegetables. That’s unheard of in grocery stores.
The piece for the farm took a couple of hours to write. My husband was on board with all that purposefulness when he helped me edit the piece . He said he’d like to pay me back for the same editing services he’d received recently from me writing a letter to our senator. As a Libra, he fights for just causes regularly. He also informed me that our abbreviation for pound, “lb”, is a derivation from the word Libra and its symbol of the scales of justice.
I say yes to the just poundage that is consciously consumed fresh vegetables. I say yes again to a community that has pride in its contribution to its members and its earth. Talk about a growth opportunity. Keep your mind open and you never know when you might stumble on some gratitude. Give what you can even when you don’t think it’s possible.
Jan 28, 2012
You know that daggone bug was still in my system slightly yesterday. I’m calling it the morning sickness flu. Thankfully, I just ate breakfast and feel normal. The up side is that I lost a couple pounds. Part of that is also due to not being my wine drinking self as well. And I am happy enough to have a glass or two this evening while we’re out. But home consumption will be restricted in the hopes that more pounds will miraculously drop off. If you know me, that’s big.
I am enjoying a Saturday morning alone in the house. Yes, it’s true enough. All by myself. Without anyone else here. Solo mio. And what do you suppose I’ve chosen to do? E-mails, vacuuming, and laundry. All the things you’d want to do if you had time to yourself. Company coming tonight and tidbits of Christmas are still lurking in the dining room. This was also the sight for floral arrangement-athon yesterday. Messy business those florals. And I’ve decided that the visual decorative arts are such a strong part of my “thing” that I will build the necessary platform in this blog for everyone to see what I’ve been up to. Show and tell and why not?
Am contemplating what next week will make me do. Because what I really want to be doing is this. Writing. Yes, when you do what you love, money may follow. but really, there’s everything to be said for the feeling of well being and accomplishment you get having birthed, added to your body of work, and completed a new piece of you. I’d love to get paid and published but I’ll settle for the world’s reward for my love’s labors. Stay tuned.