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Tuesday’s post brings me neatly onto; how on earth does one write for money?!

Certainly unless you’re JK Rowling or Stephanie Meyer, you’re not going to produce £££s until coins fall out of your ears like golden rain. That takes skill and talent (Rowling) or wild, blind luck and a fanbase of nutters (Meyer).

So for someone like me, how do I make money from writing?

So far, I’ve come up with three real, workable methods (there may be more – I hope there’s more! – but I’m still working on that).
 

1) Writing For Other People
There are various ways to do this. One can write for individual magazines, local newspapers and websites. One can ghost write, or one can do what the lovely Kana has done, and freelance for a company who takes on a wide array of different writing assignments.

These, if you luck in with them, can provide a steady income. It might not be enough to buy your dream boat house with all the frilly trimmings, but if its enough to pay bills, buy food and keep my roof where I want it (above my head) then that leaves more time to embrace option two.
 

2) Writing For My Self
Not just for this blog, but I mean novels. I’m talking about novellas and self published anthologies that I can put on the market and sell.

Again, while I would love to make buckets of money from this sort of enterprise, luck, timing and the will of the powers that watch us, have a lot to do with whether that will happen. Its not a given and its silly to depend on. But surely there’s nothing to stop me from trying? And if I make a few quid each month then that is ready pocket money that I’ve made from doing something I love. What on earth is wrong with that?
 

3) Helping Others To Write
Dave keeps talking about this one and I love him so much for it. He asks how I feel about giving talks and seminars and sharing my experiences and knowledge with other people. I shy away from it because I have no qualification to say I can do so, but, to be frank, do I really need one? When I can show what I’m able to do, can I not share my experiences and knowledge with people who might learn from them?

I’m learning all the time; picking up hints and tips and knowledge about social media, advertising, networking, editing, formatting for various formats of ebook. Why can’t I use that knowledge, not only to help myself grow, but others too? I’m talking about young people here; folk who, in the current climate, may be so overwhelmed by doom and gloom stories that they’ve no idea that their creative urges can still be fulfilled, so long as they’re willing to work for it. The next Charles Dickens could be hiding in a school somewhere, and we might never find them because the whole world insists that they need to be [insert generic money-making job title here] to get by in the world.

What about things like editing and proof reading? I’ve been through university; academic and technical writing are both things I have skills in. Why can I not offer out those for a fee? Obviously I would need to gather some real, tangible experience and testimonials for that sort of thing but I’ve done it in the past and helped people lift lift grades from fails into solid passes.
 

In short, there are lots of ways that I can do my part to support my growing family with something I love so very, very much. If you can think of more, hey, let me in on it and I’ll add it to my list of ‘things I’m considering.’

I’m so absolutely determined now that I’m going to make this work. I have to, not just for me and my kids, but for the memory of young, sceptical me who looked out at the world and was afraid of it. The young me who almost gave up on doing what she wanted with her life. I need to show her that it was okay to dream and prove that with the right amount of work, dedication and stubborn bullheadedness, we can get what we want. I want my kids to know that too.

What do you think folks? Can you think of any other avenues I can try?


So… do you recall this post in which I touched briefly on the fact that my employer was planning a string of redundancies? Do you remember how I mentioned that the whole of my team (and therefore my role) was at risk?

Weeeeeeeeeeeell, I have now received the news that I am one of those to lose their jobs.
I am redundant.
Now there’s a phrase!

Not that I need to panic just yet; I still have all of my maternity leave to work through (or be at home for o.O) and then a four month notice period when my leave is over. So, in truth, its going to be something like a year – and a little bit more – before I’ll be without a job.

Its still scary; in a climate where somebody can put out 80 job applications and receive one interview, despite having a first class qualification to do exactly what the advert describes. In a climate where most employers insist not only on previous experience, but previous paid experience (which is the problem for this person close to my heart who has applied for 80 jobs since finishing university over Christmas). Of course I’m concerned…!

But I’m also curiously liberated.

I’m not going to spit bile and venom about my employers. I’m not even going to tell you who they are, but I am going to say that I’ve lost faith in the way they do things and the direction they’re heading, which is a real shame because I’ll be honest and say they did, at first, show plenty of promise. In light of that, I’m not sad that I won’t be working for them. I’m sad that I won’t have a secure income, but that’s something I can fix.

With the news of the twins, I’ll admit that I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to go back at all because I would have had to do so full time. The team I work on is not capable of taking another key-time worker, so I would have been obliged to continue working 9-5 days or find another job anyway. At least this way there’s a tidy severance payout. Its not massive, but it will certainly help when the time comes.

So it was already in my head that I wasn’t necessarily going to stay.

What then, you may ask, was I planning to do with myself?!Raised eyebrow on cartoon ball.

What do you think?!

Lol, this blog isn’t here for nothing. My words, as much as I simply love the act of writing them and sharing them, are not without a purpose. They’re a showcase, my portfolio, my literary CV. This blog, excerpts and talk of my plans are not without forward thinking and, at last, a point.

I’m going to write for a living. I’ll finally have the time to do it (!) without a 9-5 job to tackle each day. Yes, I’ll have children and yes, they will absorb a lot of my time, but what is life without a challenge? Certainly not worth the XP, that’s for sure!

I’m going to keep writing fiction and I’m going to start trawling every newspaper, website, leaflet and convention for jobs that require freelance writers. I’m going to start right now, getting an idea of what I can and can’t do, what pays, what doesn’t, and if its even feasible to consider doing this at all. I can’t act on most of it until my leave period is over – otherwise I’ll lose the small amount of SMP I do get – though if I find things work out the way I want them to, I may even be better off doing that!

I’m under no illusions as to how difficult this is going to be or how slow it might be to take off. But I will say that I have support from ground zero in the form of Dave and my mum cheering me on. Even my dad seemed impressed at my stance on things, as well as my circle of friends. If the worst comes to it, I can find part time work to tide me over and offer my services to schools and clubs. I’m CRB checked (though that may have run out by then) and there’s nothing to stop me asking local schools if they would benefit from an after school writing club. It would be good for me AND help the next generation of budding writings get the support they need from someone who is interested. I wish I had had an opportunity like that when I was younger.

So… the beginning of the rest of my life? In more ways that one and I’ve never been more excited! There is so much out there for me to do and see and try and learn. Redundancy may, bizarrely, turn out to be the best thing to ever happen to me… bar motherhood, of course! ;-)

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