When I wasn’t looking, that is. I’ve been freelancing for quite a while–for lots of different places–but the work was always far and few between.
In the past year, though–things have really picked up and the publications for whom I’m writing are a surprise to me. The wine mag is great, and it gets busier. They just assigned me 6 different pieces adding up to a tidy little sum. They spread out the deadlines pretty well, but the faster I write, the faster I get paid–and then get assigned more.
The advent of the local paper picking me up is a great boon to me not only because there is a lot of writing I can do for them, but because I get that “daily newspaper” experience that seems so critical to a lot of other publications. I’ll start more in earnest there in the next couple of weeks.
Last night, however, I got an e-mail from Forbes.com inviting me to join their new blogging community. As near as I can tell, the invitation went out to quite a few bloggers and so I sent in my information. I picked up a bit of traffic when I was doing my McCain blogging a few weeks back and so I’ve got some new readers. What they’re mostly interested in, though–is my blogging about the wine business. The whole focus of the community is niche marketing and so they will point their readers to various blogs on various subjects. I’ll advertise for them within the niche they put me and reap 40% of the ad revenues, whatever those might be. It won’t be much, mind you, but it’s better than a sharp stick in the eye, I suppose.
I was looking at these things this morning and realizing that in journals I wrote back right before and right after I got married, I wrote about wanting to write more. Odd, yes? What I mean is, I wrote about wanting to get paid to write. And now, I’m doing that. No–it’s not going to let me quit the dayjob–but it’s fun, it’s lucrative–and most of all, it’s a dream that I’ve had for years, worked hard to achieve–and somehow, I achieved it.