The Little Writer That Could

Carrie Bradshaw

Something major happened yesterday: I received a paycheck from one of the publications that I contribute to and it was enough to cover one month’s worth of rent. This is a big deal for me because, when I first started freelance writing three years ago, I was paid in peanuts. (To give you a frame of reference, my rate for 250 words back then could probably get me a nice lunch while my rate today could cover a night’s stay at a bed & breakfast inn.) 

This paycheck somehow symbolizes that the writing that I do on the side is actually legit. I’m movin’ on up and it feels good. I feel like I should have this framed to show my future children: “Mommy finally thought of herself as a real writer the year she was turning 30 because of this paycheck!” 

One of my favorite quotes on writing is one by Richard Bach, who said: “A professional writer is an amateur who didn’t quit.” I couldn’t agree more and I have blogging to thank for flexing my writing muscles. The above image of Carrie Bradshaw is how I look when I write: belly-down on the bed, with my laptop open, and always facing the foot of the bed.

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