Author: J. D. Greene

Denise Greene is a storyteller, writer, and intrepid adventurer. She lives in Southeastern Arizona with her partner and their kitten Bosquette.

Full tilt into 2016 (and the dilemma of ego and resistance)

Two new contracts. Since I’ve taken up the Ray Bradbury short-story challenge, I took a contract writing short stories. I’m contracted to do one a week, so that should get me in the habit early-on.

Second contract was a feather in my Upwork cap. They’ve established a new policy where Upwork assigns an assistant to a new client. The assistant then helps them to find a contractor whom they believe will give the client a positive first-time experience. I was recently chosen as “that contractor,” and garnered a $3000 contract from it. Considering my total expenses for the month are under $500, you can see how this contract is a real boon. I will be ghostwriting a biography.

I finished my 22nd novella two nights ago, and as I said in my last post, that’s my last novella for hire. No more romances, no more cozy mysteries. If I return to those genres it will be because I have my own ideas for my own stories written under my own name.

New inspiration. After spending the last year and a half writing 30 – 40,000 word novellas, I realized I was quite unprepared to try to cram a story into 7000 words. So, I’ve begun reading short story collections in order to remind myself just how that’s done. I discovered and was richly rewarded with stories which drew me in immediately.

I also bought the book, The Plot Machine: Design Better Stories Faster by Dale Kutzera yesterday. I haven’t delved into it yet, but the reviews convinced me it was just what I need.

The dilemma of ego and resistance. One of my writing dilemmas is that it is difficult for me to come up with ideas. Yet when I was writing for hire, I rarely liked ideas I was provided with. That can make it difficult. It could take me weeks to incubate a story, especially if it was something I was resisting.

My motto for several years now has been something Krishna said to Arjuna: “Resist what resists in you; become yourself.” I try to recognize when I’m resisting something and work to break that resistance. This last novella I did for hire was like that. It was one of those Billionaire Bride romances (my first and last), and I had such contempt for the subject matter. I finally was able to negotiate a plot I could live with, but I still procrastinated forever. I wrote the first 10,000 words haltingly. The second 10,000 came easier because I began to inhabit the story. I became those characters as I wrote.

I swear my ego can make things really difficult for me. I was so condescending about the story, that I realized I was subconsciously telling myself I couldn’t “lower myself” to write it. Once I realized that was what I was doing, I was able to overcome it.

I could barely believe it myself when I turned out the third 10K just a day and a half after the second. It took me about ten days to finish writing the remainder because I had character dilemmas to work out.

It’s done, and I think I learned more about myself as a writer during that last experience than ever before.

Resist what resists in you; become yourself.     Krishna

Review of 2015, Preview of 2016

A brief review of our location independent lifestyle in 2015

First, I have had more peace this year than I ever remember in my life. Taking on a caretaking job so that we pay no rent has been a huge stress reliever. We’ve been here since the end of March. We initially came to care for horses, but now the horses have been moved to their new residence, so our caretaking job is relegated to keeping the property secure until it is sold. Quiet. Peaceful. Inspiring.

It’s beautiful here. I’ve lived in a lot of places in my 16 years in Arizona. Our current location is in one of the mildest climates. It’s at an elevation where we actually get a change of seasons, so it’s been fun to watch their progression. It’s in a grassy valley between the Dragoon and the Chiricahua mountains.

Right now, I’m sitting in the living room of our little apartment, in a new recliner given to us by friends. It was given to them, but they had no place for it in their house, so we are the lucky recipients. I’m in front of a cozy fire with my kitty on the arm of the chair.

Today, my writing goal is 2500 words. This is my last write-for-hire novella, and this contract is garnering me the highest amount I’ve ever been paid for fiction writing – $.02 per word, or $20 per 1000. I would normally write 5000 words a day ($100 a day), but I have plans this afternoon.

I’ll have to update the post on Elance and oDesk. Elance is no more, for practical purposes–it has combined with oDesk and the two have become Upwork.

I have written steadily for the two sites for two years now. This has enabled me to collect and create an outstanding portfolio, which has resulted in better offers and higher pay. I now get paid $22.50 an hour for copy writing, and, as I mentioned, $20 per 1000 words for fiction. Contrast that to two years ago, when I started out at $12.00 an hour and $10 per 1000 words.

I was paid $450 for my first 30,000 word novella 18 months ago. I will receive $800 for this 40,000 word novella that I am working on now.

What’s up for 2016?

Why then do I say that this is my last write-for-hire contract? 2016 is bringing changes in our life. By the time we leave this caretaking job, social security will have kicked in for us. Because of the way we have downsized our lives, that will easily pay our bills, and we can write for ourselves. We have discussed many writing projects, and I am greatly inspired.

I will finish up this novella in January. In February, I’m starting a couple of free classes through WordPress’s Blogging University which will help me to get on track better with my blogging.

I will take up the Bradbury Challenge which I told myself last year that I would. The essence of the Bradbury Challenge is to write one short story per week. Ray Bradbury said nobody can write 52 bad stories.

I am planning a couple of anthologies my own short stories. Right now, I’m not setting a deadline. One of the things I have learned in writing for hire is that when someone limits you to a crazy deadline (I want a 30,000 word novella in 4 weeks!), it means only bad writing. And yet I was rehired many times because my writing is supposedly some of the better stuff out there when it comes to genre fiction. Go figure.

So my anthologies will be published when they’re finished–not according to any crazy deadline I set for myself. Of course, I will start “building my brand” so to speak, so that when I do launch an anthology, I will already have an audience for it.

My advice to you, then, for 2016 is to consider if you’re just starting out, but I’ll also include this link which is the best set of suggested websites for which you can write (and get paid) that I have seen. There were several which piqued my interest, and which I am checking out.

If you’re a fiction writer, consider the Bradbury Challenge.

Most of all, be creative in your living. Don’t look at what will make you comfortable, but what will bring you peace. If you find relief from the stress of the world and deep, flowing peace, I guarantee you will also be comfortable–just not in the way you might think.

On to a glorious 2016!


The Write Kind of Success

I found this guest blog post of mine from last year, and it prompted me to write to you all.

My writer friend Fiona Skye graciously offered me to write a guest post for her blog on Valentine’s Day last year, and THIS was the result.

At the end of the piece, I recognize that a new work, a spate of creativity I’d never known before is being birthed in me. Four and a half months later it began. When that guest post was written, I had never completed any fiction works. From the first of July last year to the first of March this year, I wrote and completed nineteen (yes, 19!) 30,000 word novellas.

Then I had to take a break. I was restless and my creativity was at a low. I turned it from writing to another project: finding us a place to live out of the city, that wouldn’t cost us anything, so that, instead of working on several novellas at a time, I could ghostwrite just part time and work on my own stuff, finally–something to put my own name on.

I had worked out new digs for us in less than a week. We are now in a ranch caretaking position in SE Arizona, where we trade roughly 11 hours work a week (split between two of us) in exchange for a cute little apartment and our utilities. The only thing we pay for is Internet.

It took me a couple of months to decompress and to even want to write again. I schemed and experimented with other ideas, worrying that maybe I wouldn’t go back to writing. I hadn’t written fiction for more than 30 years–maybe this flurry had just been an anomaly. But it really was about decompressing. This bucolic life has had an amazing effect on me. It not only has taught me many things, but it has completely revitalized my creativity.

I applied for a new ghostwriting contract and, when I didn’t hear for a few days, I completely forgot about it. Somehow, I didn’t receive a notice from Elance, but on a lark I checked in one day to find that I had been awarded a $1350 contract for a new work. I’m reanimated and eager to get to work.

Ideas for my own works are beginning to flow now, and the one thing all of this has taught me is that we really do create our own reality. I’m living mine every day and loving every minute of it.

Ghostwriting: Good or Bad?

Today, Angela Hoy of WritersWeekly and posted this article: I Want to Hire You to Write My Book (But Only for a Paltry Share of Future Royalties).

After spending the last 9 months ghostwriting fiction, here’s what I’ll tell you. Yes, it is paltry (very), but, although I’ve been a writer and storyteller for years, I’m new at writing fiction. I am now writing my 20th novella. Number 19 is the first one I would ever have been able to say, “Yes. I want to put my name on this one.”

So what does that mean? First, if I were doing this on my own, that means I would have likely thrown away 18 manuscripts before I got to this point. Well, 17–there is one that I would have liked to have kept to rework. However, someone paid me to write them. And they must not have been too bad because several clients rehired me to do more projects.

As it is, I’ve been able to keep a roof over my head for the last 9 months with my ghostwriting. The one thing, however, that became paramount is that I find a way to arrange my circumstances so that I can start working on the things I do want to write and publish for myself. Thus my partner and I found a caretaking job. We are exchanging horse care and ranch security for rent and utilities. Not having to pay those things is a huge relief, and allows us to put that money back for future.

At this point we’ve agreed that we will each do one ghostwriting assignment per month in order to have money to pay our bills and put some away. Then, instead of taking on more ghostwriting, we will write and publish for ourselves, starting with some of the more frivolous genres (which seem to be terribly popular). They can be fun to write, and if you have paid attention to any marketing strategies whatsoever, should sell fairly well. Then when we start getting residuals from them, we can start the kind of writing we really want to do. We know how it works–we have to be putting new stuff on the market every month to keep the money flowing.

More on this subject another day. My next post will be what I’ve learned watching my clients market my books.

Taking up the Bradbury Challenge

From my personal blog:

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Little Known Factors that Can Affect Your Motivation

This has been a revolutionary year for me in terms of “writing my way out,” and 2015 will be a banner year. I want to speak to those of you who desperately want to write your way out, but you are so full of feelings of failure, remorse, self-recrimination, comparison to others, etc. that you are terrified that you won’t do it, and even more terrified that you will.

These “little known factors” are actually quite prevalent factors in modern society, but too often go personally unrecognized. We feel justified in our self-recrimination and self-flagellation, so we stay where we are, bound and unable to move forward.

This is NOT A PEP TALKI’m not going to give you 10 ways to motivate yourself or 14 ways to start over in the New Year, or even how New Year’s Resolutions don’t work. David Cain already did the latter in his Raptitude article, The Myth of New Years:
(P.S. He gives you a better solution than resolutions.)

Nope, this is going to be ripped from today’s headlines of my own life.

I began January 2014 with one desperate goal–to do something about my lifelong depression that had paralyzed me for far too many years. I was so psychologically crippled by it that I even applied for disability. Luckily, I was refused.

I went to my care provider and requested a mental-health appointment. My primary care provider had simply been giving me the same solution for over 20 years, and it just didn’t work for me. It took months–getting appointments, testing, evaluations, but, at last I had found someone who would listen to me. My first discovery was that the medicine I had been on and off of for more than 20 years was exactly the wrong medication, and that it actually exacerbated the problem instead of fixing it.

I have long been an alternative medicine person; I eat right, I take care of myself, but no matter what, or how many herbal alternatives I tried, nothing worked for my depression for very long. I tried so many therapies–positive thinking, positive affirmations, talk therapy. I was adamantly opposed to psychoactive meds, but my doctor finally got through to me and asked me to just try what he prescribed.

The diagnosis was ADHD and atypical bipolar (instead of huge highs and lows that would last for months on end, I cycled between high and low every few days, sometimes even every few hours). It was crippling me to the point where I couldn’t write. I couldn’t take on new clients or contracts because there would be days at a time where I was completely unable to work.

They were able to show evidence of my having had ADHD as a child. Since I grew up in the 60s, doctors weren’t diagnosing kids with ADHD then. Because of the way school was structured, and because I had an innate thirst for knowledge, I did pretty well in school, but there were other telltale signs of my childhood ADHD in my actions and lack thereof. This year they started me out on Wellbutrin which quickly helped concentration issues, but I was still my same irritable, anxious, completely unmotivated person. Well, I shouldn’t say completely unmotivated — I was typically motivated to begin several projects and then immediately would become totally overwhelmed and unable to do anything. That’s not a good thing when one’s livelihood depends on handling multiple projects at once.

By the time I went to the doctor last January, I was nearly in despair. Things got so low that by May I was no longer able to pay rent on my apartment, and I moved out in July, two months in arrears. Luckily, that’s just as the meds were kicking in. By July, the clouds lifted, the cobwebs blew away, and I felt “normal,” for perhaps the first time — well, maybe in my entire adult life.

The happy outcome of the mitigated depression this year was that I was able to fulfill a goal I had created when graduating from high school 40 years earlier — to write my first novel. My concentration and daily motivation soared, and in the last 6 months of 2014, I wrote 13 novellas: two romance trilogies, one five-volume set of mysteries, and two other romance novellas.

My writing goals for 2015 are to try out various genres. I have committed to writing a sci-fi story a week for a year (that’s right–52 stories). I also have some serious novels in my head, one historical, one literary, and one mystical, along with several novella series.

I have garnered better paying contracts as a result of my new-found wave of productivity, and my life circumstances have radically improved. With these contracts, I actually have time to do the paid work for living expenses, etc., yet I also have the time to work on my own stuff which I will market on Amazon.

I feel like I have it all: I’m living the minimalist, location-independent life I desire, following my bliss, and I’m healthy and happy.

Tell me of your own similar struggles and how you approached them, or how you think you might.

Letting Go: The 90 Day Turnabout

Good grief. It’s been 3 1/2 months since I’ve posted. Well, I, uh, have been writing. But I’m excited to share with you because I have found a new niche and ramped up my earnings to a livable standard. I’ve become a hack writer.

What? You’ve prostituted yourself, you ask. (That’s how several writers reacted today when I told them what I was doing.) But hey, there are no end to the authors in the literary canon who have made their living the same way.

I’m ghostwriting contemporary romances and cozy mysteries. So, my current earnings have just ramped up from $800 a month to $1400 a month, which is a good thing considering my monthly expenses are about $1200.

Several writers sniffed and turned away. But you know what? I got a frightening dose of reality a year ago when I went into a Walmart in an unnamed small town in Northern California. Every-single-store-clerk was about my age. The looks on their faces told the real story–not a single one of them was enjoying what he or she was doing.

I remember having this sick feeling and wondering if I would ever have to do that. But I would guess that the $1400 a month I’m making equals or is more than a single one of them are making at Walmart. And my quality of life has vastly improved.

I wake slowly in the morning, lie in bed for probably an hour before I get up, just feeling the cool breeze and listening to the birds outside my window and other, more distant farm sounds. I slip into my clothes and put on a pot of coffee. Then I go out and feed my goats. I do some weeding, gather the morning’s bounty of purple beans and tomatoes, offer the weeds to the goats. By the time I get back in, the coffee is almost ready. (Yes, my coffee pot is old and slow, like me.) My partner gets up and we spend about an hour talking about our dreams, rehash a movie we might have seen the night before, or discuss the latest headlines. Then we discuss our writing plans for the day and get started.

I love the feel of the day stretching out before me–nowhere to go, no one expecting me, no “job” to dread. I get to spend as many hours as I want that day — sometimes as few as 2 or as many as 12 — writing. The only stricture I put on myself is a strict deadline for my writing. If I don’t have one, I will dawdle terribly. But having had ADHD all my life, I’ve come to enjoy deadlines.

Yes, we’re living in a 5th wheel. No big deal. I’m a minimalist anyway. Once I found out how freeing it was to not have “stuff,” I wanted to downsize even more. Right now, a move takes 2 carloads. Our goal is for it to be a single carload the next time around. (If there is a next time.)

Right now I can’t imagine being here for an entire year, only because I’ve never lived an entire year anywhere in the last 6 years. We keep trying to find our perfect paradise. I think we have at last realized that paradise doesn’t have to be perfect. We are on 4 acres. The owner has told us that the front two acres are ours to do with as we want. That’s why we’re here. The last place we lived was 5 acres, but only about 1/4 acre was usable, and that 1/4 acre was completely bare. Nothing. We were surrounded by saguaros and chaparral and the most gorgeous of Arizona sunsets. But when I tried to imagine becoming self-sustaining there, I was desultory.

I know it is done (I’m familiar with creatio ex nihilo), but it is largely done through modern conveniences and technology. When people first started to settle in Arizona, whether you want to talk about the Native Americans or the early white settlers, they settled along rivers. They didn’t expect to go out into the middle of the waterless 110 degree desert landscape and survive. That’s why there were very few people here before the invention of cooling systems.

But now we live where there is lush grass and 65′ trees. I’m a mile from the San Pedro River. There are already animal shelters on the property to which the owner has told me I could help myself. I want chickens, and milk goats, and permaculture. There are many inconveniences here. I’m finding out just how far my idealism goes. Let me rephrase that: there are many challenges here. But heck. When I was fuming the other day after blowing a fuse, my partner clucked his tongue and said, “What would the pioneers have done?” ‘Nuff said.

Okay. I’m getting WAY off topic. I want to tell you how I came upon my good fortune. We got our feet wet a few months back when we took on the re-writing of an existing published series and the writing of the final book in the trilogy. We discovered that we CAN do more than business writing.

Then my partner got a contract offer to write a contemporary romance. The money was good and we were in need, so he snatched it up. A moment later he turned to me and said, “What the hell was I thinking? I just agreed to write a 30,000 word novella in 14 days, and a contemporary romance at that! HELLLLLLLP!!!”

At first we were going to collaborate on it, but since he is still finishing the last of the aforementioned trilogy, he didn’t see how he could do both. So I agreed to do it. What was I thinking? I had never written more than a few fiction scenes, other than the unfinished novel I wrote for my MFA (30 years ago), and I’m not a fan of pulp romance.

So, here’s the cold hard truth. Three months ago, I came to the conclusion that I just didn’t have what it took to write a novel. I envied my novel-writing friends, but contented myself with the thought that I was really good at the writing I did, and there seemed to be a demand.

As so many other times in my life, I found that when I completely let go of something, that’s when the thing I really want happens. But it seems it can’t just be a nod toward letting go. I have to come fully to the realization that it’s okay that it’s not going to happen.

Then suddenly, a novel project was dropped in my lap. Well, no time like the present to get to work, and no better motivator than needing to eat and pay rent. (I say “no better” because there certainly are more noble motives, but none quite as insistent.)

And that was it. I wrote the first book, she accepted it and hired me (er, rather, my partner) to write two more books in the series. When I completed that, she hired me/him for a second series, and now she’s hired me for a different type of series.

I have never been happier with what I do in my entire life. Beckett, Faulkner, London, Kerouac and many more besides made their living doing hack work to stay afloat while working on their own works as well. I’m in very good company.








The Value of an Unencumbered Life


This is my friend, Dr. Tevna Tayler. She and I share similar outlooks on life. Her article that I am posting here is a great segueway to a new aim for my blog — not only to teach you how to make that shift in income when crisis strikes, but to share the wisdom of living an unencumbered life. Words for contemplation.

Dr. Tayler’s words:

The fabulous thing about having no steady job, no savings or assets, no home or car unless the money appears to pay the rent or next month’s payment, no primary relationship or partner to take care of me, no real understanding of my life’s purpose or passion, even, no sense of “community” where I feel that I really belong, and living in a country where I may not have access to basic food, shelter, or health care for me or my children even if it is a matter of life or death – the fabulous thing about “lacking” all of these is that I get the chance to really feel the truth that “security”, if there is such a thing as that in this life really, has nothing to do with any of those.

In the absence of a “safety net”, or even a “purpose”, or solid community, or plan, or goal of any sort, there is still life, hope, happiness, and even joy and a sense of internal security. If you are fortunate enough to lose “everything”, you may discover that “you” are still left, and it is a fabulously unencumbered “you” that is free to move at will towards what draws you, free to welcome into your space what delights you, free to spend the time that makes up your life as you please, free to love in the very specific way that is your creative expression of your unique self here.

It is no wonder that I have not yet won the lottery, because I am still lost in the miracle, the wonder of the miracle of the abundance of all that is–that has nothing to do with whether or not the resources at my disposal are visible to me. Regardless of how things appear, I always end up somehow having what I need, and often what i want, as well. I wonder, if I were currently abundant in the visible and obvious financial sense, or marriage sense, or job sense, etc., would the abounding abundance of the universe still be so visible to me? Would I be able to feel this sense of faith and trust in the great unknown? Would I start to believe in money instead of God? Would the presence of the safety net instill in me a fear of flying?”


21 Ways Freelance Writing is Like Online Dating


For some reason, I can’t “reblog” between my two WordPress Blogs. I’m trying to navigate my writing articles into one place now, since my is my personal blog. Here’s the link to the article:

How I Started Persuasive Copywriting

Here’s another writer with a story, not unlike my own, with even more great advice for those of you who want to make a living with your writing talent.

Persuasive & Engaging Copy Tailored to Your Audience

I’m going to be honest with you. I never thought that I would be successful as a writer. I bought into the whole “starting artist” thing. I’ve always loved writing. I went to college and got my degree in writing, screenwriting that is. But looking back, I realized that I never actually believed that I could be success as a writer. After graduation, I never applied for a single writing jobs. I didn’t prospect my scripts, or submit any LOI’s. I simple started looking for “real work”, half-hardheartedly dreaming that I might someday publish something, you know… down the road, one day. Even when I did land a freelance job writing for a very well known magazine on a regular basis and making $2,000 an article, I still didn’t think I could be successful. I thought my bubble would come crashing down soon enough, so I better hold on to…

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