This may be entirely wrong, but I feel that there is more money to be made from writing articles rather than short stories.
I can only name a few magazines that will pay for short stories (but if anyone can name some more I'll gladly take note) and, although being published without pay will look good on my CV, I kind of need to get some money back for my time. Of course, there are probably thousands of short story competitions, but the probability of actually gaining any money from them is not that great.
There are definitely thousands of magazines, journals, newspapers and the like out there. And I don't even have to pay to submit my pieces to them. So I think this is the side I'm going to focus on most with my spare day.
So, what can I write articles about?
- salsa dancing
- Ceroc dancing
- reading
- writing
- having an 'at risk' job
- baking
- learning to cook healthier
- weight loss
- personal trainers
- being new to running
- getting slightly better at running
- kettlebells
- gluten free, dairy free eating
- Glasgow
- Crewe
- being on Jobseekers Allowance
- being kicked out of your place of residence (twice...)
- moving house
- finally settling down
- losing someone you love to cancer
- losing someone you love for no apparent reason
- fundraising for charity
- living away from your family
- public transport
- sharing a flat with a European
- sharing a flat with a cranky distant relative
- making greetings cards
- embroidery and cross stitch
- the desire but complete inability to modify your own clothes
That should keep me going for a wee while.
Sometimes life is like standing on a stepping stone in the middle of a roaring river.
The good thing about stepping stones is there's never just one.
If you keep moving from one to the next, eventually you'll reach the other side.
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Thursday, 2 May 2013
Friday, 17 December 2010
Daft Friday
I met a gentleman tonight. The fire alarm went off halfway through the ceilidh so we all had to stand outside in the freezing cold, and he gave me his jacket to keep warm. He danced nearly the whole ceilidh with me and when I decided to leave he offered to walk me home. Right now I'm kicking myself for not getting his number. He was Scottish as well. Sadly not wearing a kilt though. Oh, I thought my head would explode when we pulled up at the GUU and I saw that trousers were actually the minority! So many kilts, so little time :p
My feet are absolutely killing me now, but I have to say I'm incredibly proud that I managed to wear heels for more than 8 hours and even dance in them!
I love ceilidh dancing because it's absolutely mental. There's one called the progressive barn dance where everyone stands in two huge rows facing each other then the couple at the top link hands and spin round like crazy then make their way down the whole line. Oh, I can't think what the move is called. You link right arms and spin round in a circle, it's a country dancing move. Oh fiddle I can't think of the name at all, but you know what I mean. And they do this all the way down the line getting faster and faster til you can hardly breathe! And most of the dances are like that, it's just full on mad!
The theme for the building was Lord of the Rings and it was AMAZING! I'm going to put what photos I got up on facebook asap so people can see. It was just mad how much effort they put in to transforming the place.
So overall a pretty good night. 11 hours til I'm home :D
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