RE: Ask a Professional Copywriter and Author
November 22, 2016 at 1:34 pm
(This post was last modified: November 22, 2016 at 1:34 pm by AceBoogie.)
That is so. Fucking. Cool.
I legitimately want to make a living writing but I still don't understand how I'm supposed to get my first gig. If I have no work to refer my clients to as an example of my skills, how am I supposed to convince anyone to pay me to write for them? Should I just keep answer ads online until someone gives me a chance? What sites do you use to answer ads?
edit: No I do not have a college degree.
I legitimately want to make a living writing but I still don't understand how I'm supposed to get my first gig. If I have no work to refer my clients to as an example of my skills, how am I supposed to convince anyone to pay me to write for them? Should I just keep answer ads online until someone gives me a chance? What sites do you use to answer ads?
edit: No I do not have a college degree.
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It is the air and light of every heart – builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody – for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods.” - Robert. G. Ingersoll
