It's another blog coming to you from Jane Benjey, Freelance Writer. For my friends at New Bethel, it's an expansion of information you find in the Wellness Corner of the monthly newsletter. For all others, it's health and prevention information, generally on a specific subject each month.
I believe health education is essential for all of us. Often our physician is too busy to address some of the things we need to know. I am using well-accepted information from reliable sources for my new blog. No advice on your personal health problems--your doctor knows you best and is the source for that.
The blog is to be found at http://healthwords.blogspot.com
If your organization needs a health newsletter or health-related articles for a newsletter, contact me for suggestions and prices.
Showing posts with label Freelance Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Freelance Writing. Show all posts
Saturday, March 3, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Aha!
I can now officially call myself a freelance writer! I've been paid for writing. Not much, mind you, but there it is. Keep watching for more news on this front.
Wednesday, January 3, 2007
High Anxiety
I put together three articles for web publication, attached them to an e-mail and hit "send." It was my first assignment for someone called "The Article Dude."
Ever since I sent them off, I've been checking my e-mail every three minutes or so. The poor dude probably hasn't had time to read them yet! Ah, the suspense. Watch this spot for updates!
Ever since I sent them off, I've been checking my e-mail every three minutes or so. The poor dude probably hasn't had time to read them yet! Ah, the suspense. Watch this spot for updates!
Monday, November 27, 2006
It Don't Get Any Better Than This
Ever heard of Guindon? We have one of his cartoons, cut from a book, framed and sitting on the dashboard of our motor home. It has followed us from our farm in Kentucky through two previous motor homes.
The cartoon, a line drawing, shows a man and woman seated outside an old travel trailer and pickup truck. They’re both hefty folk; he’s in a shirt and much-too-short tie, she’s clad in a jacket and slacks with a babushka covering her hair. Their feet are resting on a big wooden spool. Nearby there’s an old-fashioned radio and a carp draped over a trash can. The couple appears supremely contented. The caption reads, “It don’t get any better than this.” Although our living situation does not include a dead carp, a spool for a table or an old travel trailer, this grammatically incorrect sentiment precisely expresses our current state of mind.
We were contented at the farm for many years, raising chickens and growing vegetables and herbs, amazed at our good fortune to find such a haven. We had a long commute to work, but coming home was like going on vacation. Our 18 acre farm was a refuge from the city, from crowds, and from the urban jungle where we had last lived.
As we grew older, the chickens tied us down. It’s very difficult to find a chicken sitter. Keeping the weeds out of the garden was a losing battle. The summer heat and humidity was exhausting, and Kentucky bugs of all sorts were pervasive.
On retirement, we sold the farm and took to the road in a motor home. The freedom was incredible; no weeds and no chickens with which to cope. We traveled through Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Maine, Connecticut, Virginia, Tennessee, Arkansas, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Oregon, Idaho, Wyoming, Montana, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan in our first year. We found our winter “home” along the Colorado River. We’ve seen God’s creation and its beauty in many forms: Mountain, desert, seashore, lakes and rivers.
We don’t see ourselves living in a house or apartment any time soon. The coach is comfortable and includes all that we need. When problems arise, only to be expected, Guindon’s cartoon reminds us of the advantages we have. We’re content with our lifestyle and looking forward to continuing our travels.
The cartoon, a line drawing, shows a man and woman seated outside an old travel trailer and pickup truck. They’re both hefty folk; he’s in a shirt and much-too-short tie, she’s clad in a jacket and slacks with a babushka covering her hair. Their feet are resting on a big wooden spool. Nearby there’s an old-fashioned radio and a carp draped over a trash can. The couple appears supremely contented. The caption reads, “It don’t get any better than this.” Although our living situation does not include a dead carp, a spool for a table or an old travel trailer, this grammatically incorrect sentiment precisely expresses our current state of mind.
We were contented at the farm for many years, raising chickens and growing vegetables and herbs, amazed at our good fortune to find such a haven. We had a long commute to work, but coming home was like going on vacation. Our 18 acre farm was a refuge from the city, from crowds, and from the urban jungle where we had last lived.
As we grew older, the chickens tied us down. It’s very difficult to find a chicken sitter. Keeping the weeds out of the garden was a losing battle. The summer heat and humidity was exhausting, and Kentucky bugs of all sorts were pervasive.
On retirement, we sold the farm and took to the road in a motor home. The freedom was incredible; no weeds and no chickens with which to cope. We traveled through Ohio, Pennsylvania, New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Maine, Connecticut, Virginia, Tennessee, Arkansas, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, California, Nevada, Oregon, Idaho, Wyoming, Montana, South Dakota, Minnesota, Wisconsin and Michigan in our first year. We found our winter “home” along the Colorado River. We’ve seen God’s creation and its beauty in many forms: Mountain, desert, seashore, lakes and rivers.
We don’t see ourselves living in a house or apartment any time soon. The coach is comfortable and includes all that we need. When problems arise, only to be expected, Guindon’s cartoon reminds us of the advantages we have. We’re content with our lifestyle and looking forward to continuing our travels.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
An Explanation for the Young
"Let the Little Girl Write?" What's that about?
Way back in 1960 Billy Bland had a one-hit wonder called "Let the Little Girl Dance." And yes, I remember it. I remember Chuck Berry singing "School Day" too. That was the first 45 rpm vinyl record I bought in my teen years.
My husband is able to remember who sang many of the oldies, when they came out and what he was doing at the time. I have to check with ask.com. It remains part of our shared experience--when I mention one of these songs, he knows what I'm talking about.
Way back in 1960 Billy Bland had a one-hit wonder called "Let the Little Girl Dance." And yes, I remember it. I remember Chuck Berry singing "School Day" too. That was the first 45 rpm vinyl record I bought in my teen years.
My husband is able to remember who sang many of the oldies, when they came out and what he was doing at the time. I have to check with ask.com. It remains part of our shared experience--when I mention one of these songs, he knows what I'm talking about.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Let the Little Girl Write
So here I am, all four feet ten inches tall, gray of hair and myopic of eye, embarking on a new project. I want to write.
What makes me think I can do that?
With two colleagues, I will have an article published in a refereed nursing journal early in 2007. I have prepared documents for Transplant Management Group (http://www.transplantmanagment.com) for which I am a senior consultant. I have prepared and presented speeches at two national meetings as well as submitting abstracts and posters for another. I once wrote an herbal newsletter for a limited number of subscribers which diminished greatly once I began charging for it! I've written "Wellness Corner" articles for my church newsletter, as well as some snappy prose as I recorded minutes for church business meetings. So there.
What experiences do I have to share?
- Forty years of nursing (who would do this for forty years?!)
- Living in an RV and traveling since August 2005 (yes, we're homeless)
- Many life experiences over the years, some of them best not mentioned here
So, to build a portfolio, I am writing articles hopefully for publication in RV magazines. I have two in the works, one about health issues on the road and another about a California condor we were privileged to see at the Grand Canyon.
Wish me success! Please!
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