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How to Get Paid for Freelance Writing

I’ve been a freelance writer for a while, but only recently started to earn substantial money from my work. Freelance writing is an extremely competitive market, but it’s not totally impossible to make money—or a career— out of it. I have a few resources for blogging and business, working from home and book writing, but I really wanted to compile a list of sites to help you get paid for freelance writing. Happy writing! 👍🏼 Sites that pay you for your writing Babble Pay: This Disney company pays up to $150 per article Topic: Family, parenting, lifestyle The Penny Hoarder Pay: Up to $75 per article Topic: Money, investing, debt, careers Cracked Pay: Up to $250 per article Topic: Comedy, pop culture, personal experiences Paste Magazine Pay: ~$50 per article (in the form of feature profiles, essays, reviews) Topic: Music, TV, video games A List Apart Pay: $200 per article Topic: Web development, web design, tech Dorkly Pay: ~$75 per article Topic: Video games, anime, pop culture Entrepreneur Pay: $1/word Topic: Business, entrepreneurial Confrontation Magazine Pay: Up to $200 per article Topic: Short stories, poetry, nonfiction Affiliate sites for …

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Do you believe in miracles?

I haven’t always been the type of person to believe in miracles. But as of late, I am. When I was in the Wyoming desert, I got a phone call I wasn’t expecting. And from this day forward, Wyoming will forever be known to me as the place where I experienced heartache, grief, and a reunion all in one. Wyoming will always be bittersweet. My grandfather went into surgery, and a part of me wanted to call and talk to him beforehand. But I didn’t, because I was afraid that since we hadn’t spoken for upwards of five years, that it would be “awkward.” Looking back, I realize how silly that sounds. The next day, he left this earth. I remember receiving a text from my aunt: “Give me a call when you have a chance.” I remember that sinking feeling. She didn’t say it, but I already knew that it wasn’t good. Before I knew what was happening, I felt that emptiness. My aunt and I hadn’t spoken for almost 10 years, but I …

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An Ode to a Home (pt. II)

The sun feels different in Hawaii. It’s hot, but not excruciating – it’s more like a hug, a warm embrace. The breeze wraps around your face like a soft shawl. The birds sing melodies only the islands can understand. I have moved away from Hawaii many times in my life, but I have always been drawn back – it’s as though I am magnetic and the islands are only attracted to my type of metal. So when I was struggling last year, I knew that the islands would heal me. Being back here, where everything is familiar, where the sunshine has healing powers and the waters wash every bit of negativity away, I knew I would be okay. In the last 8 months that I have been back, I have been transformed inside and out. I came to Hawaii seeking comfort, refuge, clarity, and support. I left with so much more. As I type this on the plane, watching the islands grow smaller and smaller from my window seat, I’m reflecting on everything this place …

Mother’s Day | 11 Promises My Mother Made to Me Before I Was Born

A few days ago, while going through some old boxes, my mother found this little sheet of paper. Written on it, were promises and goals she set for herself as a soon-to-be mother, to give me the best life possible. And with today being Mother’s Day, I thought it was perfect timing to share in hopes that they might inspire other mothers or soon-to-be mothers – I sure know it inspires me, and just reading this makes me look forward to motherhood that much more. I will always love and respect my child for who they are, and not for who I want them to be. I will not burden them with emotions and problems they are not equipped to deal with – remembering that I am the parent and they are the child. I will, when discipline is necessary, let my child know that I disapprove of what they do, not who they are. I will set limits for my child, and help them find security in knowing what is expected of them. I will …

What are your daydreams?

One morning, I was staring out the window while eating my breakfast and I let my mind completely run free. Instead of thinking about all the things I had to get done that day, I just let myself daydream, I allowed the “what ifs” that I normally shut up, I welcomed wonder, I bounced from thought to thought and I did it all while watching clouds drift by. Do you want to know what I thought about? I thought about… How much I wish our society wasn’t based around working and paying bills. Moving to Europe to learn how to make cheese, or excel at pottery, or own a flower shop. My upcoming road trip across America and all the gas station pit-stops, Americana roadside attractions, and new freckles I’ll get. My future Dalmatian puppy sitting in the front seat of my future Subaru or Volvo station wagon. The possibility that all of this is just a huge simulation, or that there are “lizard people” running rampant (I’m on a documentary kick right now, okay …

Springtime | A time for embracing change

There’s something I love about all seasons. Summer for all the fond memories and sense of nostalgia it holds. Autumn for the drastic change from lush greenery to oranges, browns and reds. The way it brings together warmth and coldness. Winter for the way it exposes the earth, strips the trees of its leaves and the world of its color – yet at the same time, brings so much cheer and coziness and familiarity. And Spring, the time of year when things come back to life, flowers bloom, creatures (and people) emerge from their winter hibernations, and change is embraced with open hearts. The first phase of Spring is a time when plants begin to defrost, shed themselves of the winter cold and emerge from their dreariness. In the second phase, they begin to grow, their roots take hold and they grow, grow, grow. In the third phase, their leaves reach up toward the sun and embrace warmth, embrace change. And then one morning, seemingly out of nowhere, a flower appears. Beautiful, vibrant and full …

5 Steps to Help You Finally Get Started On Your Book!

If you’re anything like me, you’ve been wanting to write a book for a long time. In fact, I actually found my 6th grade yearbook, and I wrote that I wanted to be an author as my “dream job”! However, it’s been 14 years since then, and I still haven’t written anything. Why? It’s simple. It’s hard to get started. And if you’ve ever thought you wanted to write a book, you know first-hand how hard it is. But I have awesome news: I finally started! And here are 5 things that have helped get my butt in gear. ⚡️ 1. Dig deep into your passion Ask yourself why you want to write a book. What’s weighing on your heart? What story do you want to tell? Don’t write a book to sell. Write a book to write. Once you figure out exactly what you want to write, everything else will almost fall into place. 2. Nail down your genre, topic and style This one is a bit trickier, and I’m still working on this myself. But before you …

An Ode to a Home

When we were house hunting, we didn’t know what we wanted – we were just excited to finally be together. I remember when we went to view this house. The lawn was unkempt, the whole house wreaked, there were marker drawings all over the walls and carpets, and it was over budget. But for some reason, we were drawn to it. The house was close to my work, not too big and not too small, it overlooked a lake, and the owners loved us. It was meant to be. This house held so many memories – good and bad – and when I closed the door, handed over the keys, and left it for the last time, it was overwhelming. This is where we would begin our life together – but it’s also where our love ended. This is where we set up our first Christmas tree, wrapped garland around the banisters, cooked countless chicken dinners (because that’s all I can seem to cook), watched our favorite TV shows. This house is where we brought …

Don’t Forget

The other day I was eavesdropping on a couple next to me (don’t act like you don’t do it). The lady sat down next to her husband and was reminding him to take his medication, asking him if he remembered to pack Kleenex, and telling him about the long list of to-do’s she has waiting for him back at home. He kept saying, “I won’t forget, I won’t forget, I won’t forget.” And that got me thinking about all the little things I don’t want to forget, the things that are so small, yet so important to me that I couldn’t stand not remembering. Not menial things, but things that from day-to-day, we all tend to forget about because they’re overshadowed by paying the bills, memorizing work presentations, and buying Christmas gifts (still have to do that…) I want to remember all the little things in my every day. To listen. Be curious. Remember birthdays (without an app). Remember things I’ve read, or movies I’ve seen again and again. To memorize the pattern of freckles on …