The last major bleeder, (sorry Mom), was the vet. Just in the last week and a half, over $700. But, it has been a bit of a struggle, since I was in the hospital, and my new and pricey prescriptions.
Anyway, I was told, when I went on disability that I could work up to 20 hours a week to supplement our income. However, since I was self-employed, she would not recommend it. Because I would not have the proper pay stubs to prove I wasn't working/earning too much.
Obviously, we need some kind of supplement to keep up with all of these unexpected expenses. So, I have decided to go back to writing part-time. I am signing up with a company that takes a percentage of what I make. But, they send out W-2's. So, I can prove I am not taking advantage of disability.
Now, if you think I will all of a sudden be rolling in dough, forget it. The articles requested are posted by category, and it is basically first come, first serve, unless a client really likes your work and asks for you. That rarely happens, in my experience. Most articles are cheap for the consumer, which means $5-10 for me. If it takes me an hour to write them, and some require research, I am still making less than minimum wage.
However, I can choose how much I want to write. So, if I am having a bad pain day, I just won't write. This is a very uncertain means of earning money. But, English and writing is my thing.
So, even if I could just make a few extra bucks a month, it would help pay down some bills. So, wish me luck. If you are the praying sort, I am good with that.
I am starting over from scratch, without the resources, and clients, I once had as a freelance writer, so I had to reapply and send a test article. It is virtually applying for a job. A few years ago, they readily accepted me as an author. But, they also rate your work. The better my rating, the more the client has to pay for an article.
I am a bit anxious to hear from them and get started. I am not worried. (There is a difference.) I know God has always taken care of us. But, it seems He was waiting for me to talk to Him. Once I did, the plan came to mind for short and long-term goals.
The prep work was my day.
