Monday, January 14, 2008

Writing and Dreaming of Little Cowboys

Ok, it’s a new year, and I’m back to my writing activities. I am working on the eHow project with Writers Research Group, which is working under the auspices of Thompson-Gale. I write short how-to articles on a variety of topics. I have written over a hundred of these since August. Many of them have been on the subject of horses, which are very easy for me to write, having been raising, training and showing horses for most of my life. WRG considers me a subject matter expert on the subject of horses. So I snap up any titles I can with horses as the subject.
Only thing is, I don’t get credit for these articles, only paid, which is an ok trade-off. I can come up with my own subjects if I want, but these have to be approved by eHow, and I get paid a little extra for originating the title. Since my creativity level gets less and less with age, I like this arrangement, because WRG feeds me titles. I just have to be fast and on the ball when the titles come out, and claim all the good ones I can. I have written articles that run the gamut from throwing a branding party to playing with a salamander to home improvement to how to be born again.
It doesn’t pay very much, but it’s probably as good as I could command by driving 60 miles a day to a job in town, and I get to stay home and “surf the web.” Plus, I can be on the ranch to respond to whatever circumstances arise. It keeps my mind working and my hands busy, so maybe the old-timers disease won’t set in too soon, and you can just leave the gate open.
Speaking of old-timers, I am a new grandma. My grandson is on the right coast, though, and much too far away from the ranch for me to make him a little cowboy. Here’s a recent picture of the adorable little guy.
I got to spend a week with him when he was about four days old, but I feel I am missing out, as he is growing and changing with every picture his dad sends my way. He’s the spittin’ image of his dad when he was that age, so I know what his parents are in for the day he turns 2! You’ll be a payin’ for your rasin,’ son. I hear he already rules the household from a mole I planted, but I expected as much. Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hopefully, his dad will be leaving the service and moving closer to Wyoming this fall, then I can begin his cowboy training. Must get those chaps and cowboy hat bought.

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