Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Lesson 2: Time Management and Speed Writing (or How I Earn $2 an Hour)



Write Well But Do It Quickly

One thing I've already learned in the excruciatingly short time. I've been at this is that completing jobs quickly and managing your time are quintessential if you hope to get beyond your first job. In fact, what is most disheartening about beginning as a freelancer writer ex nihilo is that you find you are only able to secure the absolute lowest paying jobs out there. Now, I must qualify this by saying that this is the case for Odesk as I have only ever been successful there in my two weeks' earnest searching. Still, the fact remains that when accepting jobs to write 500 words for $2.00 (lest you were entertaining any romantic, get-rich-quick ideas about this) time is of the utmost importance.


Two Dollars an Hour?

Allow me to put it this: what job would you do for two dollars an hour? My guess is that you wouldn't, regardless of what it entailed. So, for any of this to make sense you have to try to get to the point where you are writing 2000 words in one hour. At present I'm making roughly 1000 per hour which is still less than minimum wage so this is clearly not a good way to spend your time if you have any pretensions of using this as an income source. And yet, there is another reason to do it: feedback.

You see on Odesk, Fiverr and other freelance venues, you live and die by your feedback. So, having little or no feedback is tantamount to being dead in the water. My plan, then, is to take rinky dink jobs, network and build up my feedback until I can command more. If only I don't die of exhaustion first.
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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Lesson 1: How NOT to Work as a Freelance Writer

Although I have been writing copiously for as long as I can remember and in various media (I have boxes of marble composition notebooks in my apartment) I gave up the ghost around the age of 16 when a psychic to whom I was brought by my mother told me I would never be a writer. There is just so much that strikes me as odd about it now but, for whatever reason, I took what the psychic said at face value and her words have haunted me ever since.

So, leaving aside all of the questions about my credulity and why my mother would bring me to a psychic in the first place, time went on and my writing got me accepted to a good school. Once there I filled my days drinking and, yes, writng some more.  I even became known to my friends as the guy capable of writing a 20 page philosophy paper in a matter of hours the night before it was due.

But, let me stop here for a moment and say this: my point here is not to recount my great deeds of writing or extol my literary virtue but just that I have always been able to produce large amounts of passably palatable text in little time. Perfect for college. Even better for Odesk.

Circuitous though it may be I can now get to my point: this talent to be a human article spinner is only as udeful as you make it and only as valuable as you esteem it to be. At present, as I build my portfolio I am fine with taking a number of low paying, high volume jobs but it is not something I would recommend as a general formula for success. In the last week I have written something on the order of 50,000 words and have yet to see a penny. And, when I do I will have made, at best, $200. It remains to be seen if my plan to garner experience and hook clients with the cheap stuff will work but, for the time being, I have no better plans.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Another Beginning

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An Inveterate Blogger

Whenever I begin anything new I feel compelled to formulate an argument for why I'm undertaking this particular task and then justify it on as many grounds as possible. First to myself and only later to the world at large. The funny thing about a blog is that in so many ways I feel I'm doing both at once. It reminds me of one of my favorite poems I read on the subway almost daily:
To the Reader: Twilight
Whenever I look
out at the snowy
mountains at this hour
and speak directly
into the ear of the sky,
it's you I'm thinking of.
You're like the spirits
the children invent
to inhabit the stuffed horse
and the doll.
I don't know who hears me.
I don't know who speaks
when the horse speaks.

Whose Voice: Yours or Mine

So, I don't really know whose voice I should imagine reading this but, whether it is yours or mine doesn't matter so much I suppose and perhaps I should dispense with my sophomoric and pedantic digressions before I scare any of you away and quickly finish up this preamble.

In truth, I hope to use this blog as a  way to both hone my writing skills and to force myself to learn HTML and CSS better. The last two are an especially tall order but they are one reason why I chose blogger or Wordpress.com (I also run some automotive blogs and my own personal, spiritually-inclined blog on WP.com). Suffice it to say I'm not sure how it will work but today is day one of many and I hope to write at least once a day to keep my chops strong. Wish me luck and welcome!
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