I’m so nervous. I’m on a new adventure. I’ve written for friends, classmates, but now I’m looking for new clients.
I left school in my junior year to stay home with my daughter. I couldn’t deal with the scheduling. Unfortunately, the colleges that do offer flexible scheduling are the for-profit schools. Their reputation precedes them. I’ve decided not to go back until Sugar is a little older.
Still, I love to read. I love to analyze information, and synthesize it with what I already know. That’s something I miss about college. The light bulb feeling when concepts come together.
When a friend asked me to edit a paper, she only wanted me to edit. I write romances, and she figured I knew my way around a sentence. I returned a paper to her that was three pages longer than before. She got an A. She bought my daughter an outfit in gratitude.
I bragged about it on twitter, and another friend asked me for help. I reviewed the assignment and gave him a quote. He agreed. I was surprised. I got paid. He got an A.
My next post will show their reviews. I want you to believe me, but of course, their professors would be pretty mad if they knew. I feel like an academic mistress (the romance novelist in me just flared up, sorry). So I have to redact names and black box certain details. Like a Wikileak!