Yesterday I received payment for my first paying freelance job—and even though it wasn’t much—it was my first. There’s something to be said about your first. It doesn’t matter whether or not it was good or bad—our first of anything always seems to remain with us. Our first love, sexual encounter, job, paycheck, publication, etc.
The job had the title romance writer, so I couldn’t pass it up. The website (currently unavailable) wanted fantasy dates for mainstream American audiences. They requested the writings be engaging—to transport the players to another place and time to connect in an online chat. So I created and got paid for two fantasy dates. And you know what? I felt like the below pictures—free, radiant, drifting through the rooms of the flat spreading my…well not wings…or what you’re thinking. This is a family post, people, keep it clean.
I’m still on a quest for more freelance work in hopes I can make a living doing what I enjoy best—writing. If freelance doesn’t pan out, I’ll have to look for a 9 to 5 job, which I’ve already started pursuing. I’m enrolled in an online certificate program for Advanced Web Page, so I could add that to my resume. Web Design would be nice too because it’s another form of creativity. I remember how much I loved creating a web site at my last job—I became so engrossed with it that I’d forget the time. Constructing pages from scratch, and then seeing them come alive, was so pleasing to me—an instant visual result. No wonder I snapped at the end-users when they pulled me away to work on their computer issues. What nerve. :D
An added bonus to the certificate program is that I’ll have a completed personal website, which will include my publications, writing samples, reading recommendations and my photography. I’ll be able to use it as an example for web design requests for web development positions and for sample writing requests for freelance jobs. A win-win. My first web site design.
Do you remember your first? It can be anything. How old were you and how did you feel?