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This past week, I’ve launched into what can only be described as “acts of desperation common to nearly all writers and artists.” In other words, I’ve been lowering the bar substatially on what I consider “my job.”
You see, I typically view my job as being something that involves stringing words together into sentences that explain or teach a person how to do a task, usually technical in nature, and how to do it safely.
Lately, however, I would like to say I have burnout, but that’s not the case. No, I don’t have burnout. I have no job. No work. Not since the end of September, really. And the work that I had before that, while paid, did not fall into the above description. Rather, my job was to teach a computer how to do a task, or to give a person the programming tools to do a task. It’s not my favorite kind of work. I can do it, but it’s a bit like being a schoolteacher and having to write lesson plans for your substitute. It’s the least favorite task in my job description.
In October, after parting ways with the previous job, I found myself without further full time employment. Which was good, in a way, because I needed to do a few personal things, take a trip to Boston, do a couple of speaking engagements, and so forth. Unfortunately, I got sick in Boston– horribly, horribly sick, and my speaking engagements suffered as a result. I didn’t slow down until 10 days after my trip, when I managed to pull a muscle or crack a rib or something– anyway, it hurt a lot when I breathed or coughed. Sneezing is still a lesson on agony.
Which brings me to why, come December 1, I still didn’t have employment. When I say “employment” I don’t mean a 9-5 job where I drive an hour to get to work and an hour back. I know myself well enough now to know that there’s little value in having me sit in traffic for 10 hours a week. But something, a contract or job or writing gig that would help pay the mortgage this month and maybe help me afford the Christmas presents I’ve already mailed out.
Thus, this week I found myself looking at all the other ways a writer can make money. These days, writing jobs seem to fall into a few categories:
So, I decided that I didn’t like the options available, and I was having trouble managing all my blogs. So, I decided to make this “mega-blog” and throw a few ads onto it, just for kicks. So far, I’ve made 38 cents from ad impressions. Which I believe, in the economy of the internet writing jobs, is worth 950 words. Since this post is only 779, I guess I owe you 171 words before nightfall.
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