Grandma Letty has just finished her first e-book. Not for herself, but for hire. She got the assignment from a site for freelancers and since there are currently 9000 unemployed newspaper people, she stood little chance of working. But fortune smiled---sort of. Her rate in the old, prosperous days was 25 cents a word. After all, she is a pro. You know what she worked for on this project? A penny a word. The depression is really here.
I guess I'm lucky to work at home and get pennies for my efforts but it was a lot of fun to sit in a city room and trade repostes (look it up) with other people.
Here's the awful part: the job site had so many rules and regulations and submissions and just annoying stuff that I spent more time learning how to use it than I did writing a 15,000-word book in three days. I'll bet a whole day went for mastering the regulations. So much for the artiste, doncha know.
Despite my site ineptness, I got a great letter of recommendation and a promise to hire me many times again for this kind of thing. That's encouraging. Besides, I liked everything about it but the administration.
Here's the funny part: it was an e-book on dog training! A hefty batch of research and recalls about Gideon, our last dog, and Alpha, my first presented color. At least I thought so.
