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National Word Nerd Day

National Word Nerd Day: Celebrates Logophiles and Sesquipedalians for their Love of Words

Some people love having a word-of-the-day calendar on their desks. Others spend their free time reading a newspaper, writing and/or editing a manuscript obsessively, doing word searches or filling out crossword puzzles. But despite what you might think, those people are NOT word nerds. Well, not officially. National Word Nerd Day celebrates writers, editors and ahem. . . , all the “Grammar-Nazis” in the world. Cheers! Salut!

 

Why Many Editors Love National Word Nerd Day

On January 9th, of every year, prepare for an invasion of word nerds. National Word Nerd Day celebrates all the editors and wannabe editors who’ve made it their jobs to scrutinize words down to the letter; either officially or unofficially.

I’m not an editor by profession, but editing is part of my job as a writer. I’ve spent months writing a manuscript. Countless hours editing and killing off words, paragraphs and even characters. Then, in just a matter of a few minutes, I’ve decided not to publish a manuscript, trash the whole story and start over from scratch. Gone. Kaput. Blah.  Just another day in the life of a freelance writer.

But in less extreme cases, there are word nerds like me who just can’t let even one tiny grammar and punctuation error go unnoticed. Sorry, we can’t help it. We have to feed our unique attention to detail and perhaps, a little case of undiagnosed O.C.D.

As an aside, the whole time I’m writing this post, I can’t stop thinking about how my errors are probably in it. Touché! Word nerds, if you find any errors. . . be gentle? But please, be true to yourselves too. In celebration of National Word Nerd Day, feel free to share all your corrections with me in the comments below. (This should be interesting. . . yikes!)

 

Logophiles and Sesquipedalians are Word Nerds Too

My built-in autocorrect is going nuts on this post! I can hear it screaming at me. Are you sure that’s a word? Is that really what you wanted to write? Ok, then. I’m out of ideas. You’re on your own.

So, what happens if you don’t really qualify as a word nerd, but you want a weird holiday too? Well, you’re in luck. There’s a title for you too! In honor of National Word Nerd Day, I have an extra special knowledge treat for you.

Did you know that logophilia is the love of words?

I don’t know how logophilia isn’t already in my WordPress dictionary, but it is now. Add to dictionary. Done. That’s right. Logophiles love words. They have an emotional connection with words.  Are you one of those people?  Since you’re reading this post by a no-name blogger, I’m betting so.  Or, you’re just bored?

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Sesquipedalians love long words, among other things.  Not just any word but long words like supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, which actually means “extraordinarily good or wonderful”.  Did you know that?

To all the Sesquipedalians reading this post, brace yourselves!  Here’s another treat for you!

 

 

What’s the longest word in the English dictionary?

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, otherwise known as silicosis, refers to a lung disease caused by inhaling too much mineral dust.  And with that, it’s official.  I will never study medicine.

But if there’s an official word to describe the sound of a person vomiting or sharting in one’s pants, I’m fairly certain that pronouncing pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis while holding your tongue comes very close to it.  Sorry for all those mental pictures, but have you ever tried to use pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis in a sentence?  Me neither, so I wanted to make my first try memorable and use it as much as possible.

So there’s the skinny on National Word Nerd Day, which is now officially on my calendar.  Is it on yours yet?

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I hope you learned something interesting from this post because I certainly did.  For starters, I think I’ll stick with writing and maybe even buy a Scrabble game or a new book of word searches.  Ciao!

 


A Day in the Life of a Freelance Writer

A Day in the Life of a Freelance Writer

I haven’t blogged in a while because I’ve been busy with a special writing project.  But I wanted to explain how I became a professional freelance writer.

Freelance Writers are Both Self Employed and Unemployed

I wish I had better news for anyone who’s thinking about becoming a freelance writer, but I don’t.  In this industry, there’s a fine line between being self-employed and unemployed.  There’s really no way to know how business will pan out for you from day to day.  All you can do is keep writing, keep sharing your work, keep building a list of satisfied clients, and keep gaining more experience.  Keep on, keeping on!  Eventually, all your hard work will pay off.

As a freelance writer, you’ll learn to accept any and every job offer that comes your way.  You don’t have a lot of room to be picky.  You can negotiate your price, but be sure not to talk yourself right out of a job.  You may even have to market yourself as a creative AND business writer to start gaining experience.  Do whatever you have to do to start promoting your brand, which is YOU.

Why Working for a Content Mill is Great Writing Experience

Over the past 25 years, I’ve written poetry, music lyrics, full-length novellas, niche articles, corporate mission statements, legal correspondence, and everything in between.  But in 2012, I decided to start writing professionally, while still working a fulltime job.

First, I joined an online content mill, then I applied for every writing job I could find.  At first, I received a lot of rejection.  But I didn’t let all the rejection get me down.  I knew I didn’t have the experience or credentials I needed to vouch for my writing abilities.

So, I decided to prove myself in another way.

I staA Day in the Life of a Freelance Writerrted building a writing portfolio and sharing my work with the world.  I started my first blog, Lyrical Gypsy, and I used all the rejection as motivation to promote myself as a brand even more.

I had to teach myself HTML, SEO, WordPress and social media marketing.  Then, I read countless blogs and articles about the English language, grammar and punctuation, even though English is my native language.

Then one day, a client on the content mill gave me a chance to prove myself as a freelance writer.

For my first professional writing assignment, I wrote an opinionated article for an e-magazine.  My client was a college professor, which felt so intimidating.   But once I received her positive feedback, I felt over the moon.  I haven’t stopped writing since.  I haven’t worked with this content mill in over a year, but I still have a 4.9 rating and rave reviews from my past clients.

My second job was writing an article for an online fashion magazine called, Lone Wolf.  I applied for the writing job because I loved the company’s slogan.

“Where fashion meets the philosophy of life.” ~ Lone Wolf Magazine

 

What Am I Working on Now?

One problem every freelance writer will face is time management.

Currently, I’m working on a few romance novellas for submission to Carina Press.  I have two completed novellas: Creative Juices and Partners in Crime, which are currently looking for a publisher, and I’m working on two short, erotic romances right now.

>> Read my blog about receiving my first rejection letter here <<

While I’m writing these full-length books, I’m not making any money through freelance work.  Occasionally, I have to stop working on the books, which is my passion, and go back to doing more freelance work. Some projects pay great.  Others, I know, are merely stepping stones and experience to add to my writing portfolio.

I don’t like being creative for pay nearly as much as being creative because I’m creative.  But unfortunately, as a freelance writer, there’s no way to guarantee a basic wage, and you’re not immune to paying bills like everyone else.

Today, I write all day – literally all day.  Then, I drive for Lyft at night.  I also do affiliate marketing by managing five blogs and sometimes, I give tarot card readings for an online esoteric site.

But my point is, I NEVER stopped writing.  Even when I’m out on the road driving for Lyft or working in the spiritual advice realm, I’m still writing or studying literature.

Take a look at my Lyft Lady Blog, to read some of the stories from my adventures.

Or, visit my newest blog, Inquiring Minds Unite , which is an #ownvoices social blog filled with various topics.

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"Like a Drug" © 2007, Music Lyrics

“Like a Drug” © 2007, Music Lyrics

Always in your blood

Can’t give up what you love

It’s like a drug

You lose control

 

Like a speed freak

He can barely speak

Crashing through every note,

He goes…

 

Lovin’ every minute

Every note that’s in it

A story and song

From his soul

 

Takes him by surprise

When he realizes

It’s not him…

Who’s in control

CHORUS

Gripping and ripping

Music tears through his veins

His hands bleed

But he feels no pain

 

He lets the music take over

‘cause his soul knows…

It feels just like a drug,

The faster he goes…and he goes.

“Like a Drug”  © 2007

Lyrical Gypsy via Writeaholic’s Journal

All Rights Reserved.

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Creative Juices © 2016 (novella excerpt)

“She knew that she needed to let her imagination go, if she wanted to become a better writer.

Emma took another sip of her tea, still warm and sweet.

Then, she began to describe Tobias on paper.

“There are so many things about him that distract me. The way his green eyes contrast perfectly with his dark facial features, and scruffy beard. His deep Georgia accent, and southern charm that would make any mother proud. The way his lightly tanned skin melts like caramel in my mouth, as I think of all the ways I could taste it between my lips. The way a thin trail of hair flows evenly down his chest, and then disappears just below his waistline, into parts that only my dreams can describe.”

“Whoa!”, Emma said out loud, as she pulled her traveling hand back from her legs, and placed it back on her desk firmly.

That’s not like me, she thought.

Then, she imagined if Tobias’ hand were massaging her there, and not her own.

She began to write again. But this time, as she described Tobias’ touch, her pen seemed to find her paper with ease.

Within just a pen strokes, Emma felt something unearthly takeover her mind, move through her body, and begin channeling itself into her pen.

Her thoughts of Tobias’ touch felt drenched in a sweet vocabulary, and her words about him seemed to flow onto her paper in a delicious way.

She had an unrelenting sweet tooth for words, especially those which contained evidence of Tobias’ memory and his sweet name.

Once Emma started writing about Tobias, she didn’t want to stop.”

Lyrical Gypsy, © 2016

All Rights Reserved.

Becoming a Fulltime Writer: Life Works in Mysterious Ways

If you’ve already read my About page, then you probably know part of my backstory into becoming a fulltime writer.  But I’ll admit, my grandpa’s reverse psychosis about becoming a fulltime writer scared me at first.  As a teenager, he warned me about going into journalism, because I might become a starving artist.  But thankfully, fear wasn’t enough to stop me from writing.  

I wrote constantly, even while in church.  In fact, I wrote my very first poem and song while sitting in church pew on Sunday morning.  I thought, perhaps I’d never become a professional writer, but I could still become an accomplished writer. 

Fulltime Writer Plans Moved to the Back Burner

Life happened.  After high school, I followed in my family’s blue-collared footsteps.  I studied automotive repair in college, then began working in a shop for 10 years.  Every day, I came home covered in grease, antifreeze or both.  But, every day, I found time to write a new poem, song or short story in my writing journal.  I wanted to keep my dream of becoming a writer alive.  

Then, before I knew it, I had enough material to obtain my first creative works copyright.  I called it, Writeaholic’s Journal, Vol. 1., because writing is my addiction.   But, I didn’t feel accomplished until I entered a no-name poetry contest.  Surprisingly, both of my poems won, and the company published my poems.  

As a young adult, publication was just enough motivation to keep me writing.  No, the company didn’t pay me to write.  But I finally got to see my work in print and it felt amazing!  In some strange way, I felt like I was finally an accomplished writer.

Life Had Different Plans for Me

Then, I heard about an opportunity to stop getting my fingernails dirty by becoming an insurance damage appraiser.  It was a different kind of writing.  But with my automotive background, I thought the transition would be easy.  Again, I know it’s a stretch, but now, I was finally writing professionally too.

During my 12 years with the company, my passion for creative writing had to move to the back burner.  I still wrote creatively, but not as often.  Because, I had to learn the art of business writing, drafting correspondence, web content and marketing.  Turns out, my new experience would come in handy.

Eventually, I became a paralegal and a corporate compliance officer, which meant that I had plenty of new topics to write about and explore.  I felt bad about not dedicating much time to my creative writing, but frankly, I had to pay bills. 

My First Job as an Official Freelance Writer

In 2002, after finding a little bit of time in my hectic schedule, I joined a freelance writing company online.  I felt determined to make myself find time to write creatively.  Of course, when I first started, I had several clients cash in on my business writing expertise.  But then, I got my first creative writing client. 

I remember the article like it was yesterday, because my project was a niche related article, which I was very passionate.  My first client; a college professor gave me a 5-star feedback.  She said I was “a good writer” and she’d hired me again in her feedback.   I realize that good is not great, but I had my foot in the door, and I had creative writing credentials from a professional source.

Later, I became a five-star, top-rated freelancer on the website.  My work appeared on many of my client’s websites and online magazines.  My job was going well, and I was finally starting to make a name for myself as a “real” writer.

Everything Happens for a Reason in Life – the Good and the Bad

Then, in 2014, tragedy struck, and I lost my corporate job of 12 years.  I won’t go into detail here, but I knew that I was about to find out firsthand what it felt like to become a starving artist. 

Like I mentioned before, my grandpa warned me against becoming a starving artist.  So, I thought I did everything right to avoid it.  I went to school for something other than journalism, just like my grandpa suggested.  I took a job in a hot and greasy automotive shop, just like my family did for years.  And, I followed all the signs and opportunities to better myself career wise.

But, I’ve come to realize that everything in life happens for reason; the good and the bad stuff.  Because, after I lost my job, all I had to fall back on was my passion for writing, and all I could do was hope that I was good enough to pay my bills with it.  My lifelong dream of becoming a fulltime writer was about to come true, but the introduction was bittersweet.

Thanks to many supportive people in my life, writing is now my job, not my past time.   I left my corporate life behind and my life working as a grease monkey to do what I love the most, writing.

I’m still working as fulltime writer.  Mostly freelance contracts and ad hoc jobs.  My creative clients are in the relationship, spirituality and travel niches.  My business clients copyrighting jobs, company profiles/about pages/mission statements.  Luckily, I’m not a starving artist.  But my point is that I’ve never stopped writing.

I’m working hard to publish my own creative works.  I have both fictional and non-fictional manuscripts working.  I know better than to get my hopes up, but I still do.  

But this is the first time I’ve ever showed my work in public.    

If you read something on either one of websites, blogs or social media pages that inspires you, let me know.  Because, your comment could be exactly what I need to stay motivated too. 

In the meantime, keep writing and living your creative dreams.  

Peace & Blessings.

Namaste.