Now don't get me wrong here, you will ALWAYS be needing a solid level of literacy -- and English is most probably the language that you’ll be using for this kind of stint, but other than that, your business partner won’t really be asking for your credentials or diploma.

Given these grounds, it is indeed no wonder that online jobs are becoming all the rage for people looking for additional income. Building your online career is as easy as following a favorite recipe in your own kitchen. But -- as with most trades -- a little effort and perseverance will always be needed to be successful in this field.

This page leads to many different kinds of help that writers might need as the year rolls by. Check out the bottom of the page for a navigational implementation.

Here is a free report, copywriting for the Web. Another free report, using words that sell.  Rewriting Made easier.  practice page.

Meanwhile, I'd like for you to try the following test to see how well you can REWRITE someone's start page. This is a new way I have discovered for making money.  It also helps me improve my own writing skills.

What I do is take someone's work and rewrite it from the ground up.  Naturally I don't want to give away all my secrets, but let's just say there is money in it for writers.  Right now I have 12,000 buyers on my list.

Okay, the version on the left is the author's original version and it is quite good.  I would not have attempted to rewrite a story this good if it weren't for the miracle of computers.  The one on the right is my rewriting.. Note the picture that brings more life to the story.

The year was 1913. Do you realize that was almost a century ago? -- and yet, as bright in my memory as if it were only yesterday. We had just had another flood, bad enough, but there was only a foot or two of water on the first floor. The day before we had hired the mud shoveled out of the cellar and there we found Peter, the spaniel that Mr. Ladley left when he "went away". The flood, and the fact that it was Mr. Ladley's dog whose body was found half buried in the basement fruit closet, brought back to me the strange events of that other flood, just five years before, in 1908 when the water reached more than half-way to the second story of our home, and brought with it, to some of us at least, a black mystery and that sudden death, and to me personally came the worst case of "shingles" I have ever seen. There were no shots in those days, no inoculations for shingles. We had to endure many things back in those days.

Oh, you had better know that my name is Pitman -- in this narrative at any rate. It is not really Pitman, but that serves us well enough. I belong to an old Pittsburgh family. I was born on Penn Avenue, back when that was the best part of town, and I lived very close to what is now the Pittsburgh Club until I was fifteen,. It was a dwelling back then; I have forgotten who lived there.

I was a quite young girl in seventy-seven. That was during the horrible railroad riots with Pinkerton Detectives clubbing people down right and left if they even thought they were dealing with a union sympathizer, and I recall our driving in the family carriage over to one of the Allegheny hills, and seeing the freight yards burning. There was a great noise of shooting from across the river. In the next year I ran away from school to marry Mr. Pitman, and I have not known my own family since. We were never reconciled after my elopement, although I came back to Pittsburgh after twenty years of wandering. Mr. Pitman was dead; the old city called me, and I came. I had a hundred dollars or so, and I took a house in lower Allegheny, where, because they are partly inundated every spring, rents are cheap, and I kept boarders. My house was always orderly and clean, and although the neighborhood had acquired a bad name by then, a good many theatrical people were relieved to find me. Five minutes across the bridge, and they were in the theater district. Allegheny at that time, I believe, was still an independent city. But since then it has allied itself with Pittsburgh so that it is now the North Side.

I was glad to get back to the city. I had to work hard, but I made my rent and my living, and a little over. Now and then on summer evenings I went to one of the parks, and sitting on a bench, watched the children playing around, and looked at my sister's house, closed for the summer. It is a very large house: her butler once had his wife boarding with me -- a nice little woman.