Today I received an email from my husband, John, that he got me “something to play with”, and to “go here on your computer”. Even though I was thinking that this could be someone pretending to be John wanting me to send money to that poor desolate Nigerian prince who has approval from the director of the FBI for me to send him money, and even though John has told me several times under no uncertain terms do not click the link in an email (could be a virus) – like a child wanting to touch the breakable even though mom said don’t – I clicked it.
So, what is it you ask? A website. Please read following with a cheesy 1970’s game show announcer voice:
Hello! My Name is Shari and Welcome To My WorkKrue!
Why did my husband get me a website? Seriously is that a gift? If it is, is it a good gift? He may regret this endeavour. He thinks I can write and should be a freelance writer, so he sent me an article containing the best websites for freelance jobs. I have been scouring these websites, I have found that I have no real-world experience to be a writer as I do not have a Bachelors or Masters degree. I also have to compete with people that will “write an academical essay” for $5.00 as well as guaranteeing an “A+ for grade”. I actually saw a freelancer offering to sell “original” pictures of her feet. Yep. You can get 50 for $5.00. It is hard to compete when so many talented people are out there. People with journalism degrees, and professional writers and people with nice feet make it difficult to get a word in edgewise.
So, here I am. Not getting paid, but writing what I want. Talent or no, you can judge for yourself. This is going to be fun for me. After all, it’s all about me.
Nice job and good luck!
Thank you Sweetheart
This is really cool!
Thank You!!!!