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I Have a Confession

After reading so many blogs and news articles, I have reached a startling conclusion. I have a problem and I can’t deny it anymore. According to all the stuff I see written, there is something wrong with me.



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I’m not normal.


I guess I never have been. According to everything I see online I am in the minority, which means that I am not normal. I am a happily married, white, female with one child. I have never been married before, so I have no ex-husbands to rant about. I don’t have any children with other men. I’ve been married for 10 years, own a house with a mortgage in the suburbs, which is our only real debt. I own one dog and no cats, birds or lizards.


I speak and understand English, I know the difference between U.K. English and American English. I have good grammar and spelling. I am intelligent enough to know a smattering of other languages, perhaps enough to survive. I have manners, I say please and thank you, I say Gesundheit when someone sneezes, I hold doors for people when their hands are full.


If someone really needs help, I will be there. I won’t give help just because you are too lazy to do it yourself. I understand that the world does not revolve around me. I know what is going on in my backyard and the world. I understand that the U.S. and North America do not constitute the entire world.


Those in themselves seem to make me different, but what really makes me a freak is the fact that I have never had any major problems. I grew up with a good family, with parents who are still married. I was not abused or neglected (even though my teenage self thought so at times.) I have nothing in my past which I dwell on. The few things that I saw as major, I just walked away from. I feel that the past is the past, it is over and done.


I do not have friends I constantly complain about, if they are a problem then they are not my friends.  If a friend has a problem I will try to help, but if they are self-destructive and want to take the world with them, I will walk away. A true friend is one you can call at any time, even if you haven’t spoken in a while.


Another thing I don’t understand is why people are amazed and shocked by the things I do. I am independent, I do not need to rely on anyone. I am married, we are partners. If I have to  I can survive anything, I won’t curl up and die or wait for someone to rescue me. I will mow the lawn, chop wood, make dinner and clean the house. If a task needs to be done I will do it, I don’t care what it is. If I don’t know how to do it, I will figure it out.


So I guess I need to admit, that I am a freak, I don’t belong in today’s society. It seems I am doing everything wrong. According to everything I read I don’t coddle my child enough, my meals aren’t healthy enough, and my house needs to be sanitized…Oh and I forgot to mention that fact that I’m not holding my hand out enough to ask for help.


I guess I will just go on being different.








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Drops in a bucket

Well no spam today, at least no Careerbuilder.com based spam and no viruses, so things are looking up on that end. Unfortunately the work end is looking rather bleak, maybe its because I came in and took off running with a steady job and several small writings, but now it seems as dry as a bone.

I am continually being turned down for jobs because I charge too much or because I have no experience. Even with little experience I want to make something, from what I can tell $1 per 100 words is a decent rate for me to charge. I speak and write fluent English (both U.K. and American…Australian stumps me occasionally), have good grammar and I know where a comma goes. I’m willing to do reasonable rewrites and will write on any topic they ask me to, even if I have to do intensive research. I like studying so I don’t mind research, in fact the more trivia in my head the happier I am.

The big problem is that I live in North America and need to pay North American bills. If I lived in India, China, or even some of Europe I could easily undercut myself. The disgusting part is that most of these writing jobs are asking for English and most of the people responding don’t have English as a first language, but they can go cheap. Thus American outsourcing once again rears its ugly head in yet another small way.

As is, I think I’m asking for less than minimum wage and that’s without benefits or a byline. The work I’ve been writing I can’t even claim to put on a resume because I have sold the rights. If I don’t relinquish my rights then I don’t get paid. I could have a lot of articles written on these sites, but they won’t pay any bills that way. I don’t have a good enough following to make money off of impressions.

All I can do is keep plugging away at the writing and hope something bites. Good luck to everyone else struggling.


March 16, 2012 · 2:03 pm

Ahh Sweet Friday

Today is Friday, not a lot going on the job circuit. There is a gentlemen in England looking for a blogger, so correspondences are being passed between us to see if an agreement can be decided upon.

And that last sentence was harder to type than it should have been. While perusing blogs an interesting one came to my attention  Here’s another challenge for everyone… by The Hobbler. The challenge is to not use  the singular pronoun referring to oneself. Thus far it has been a creative challenge.

Only a short post today as it is getting exceedingly difficult to write in the first person without using that particular word. There is also bread in the oven that must be attended to and my stepson is coming over.

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