Today I responded to a Craigslist trade ad. I'm not even sure why I felt qualified, but alas I responded. This woman wanted me to write a letter requesting a raise higher than the average for next review... in return a 1 hour massage. Not bad, right? I mean, I haven't had a massage in about 2 years, so I think I'm due.

Besides, I have done this sort of thing for several classes. There are books, templates, and articles all about this sort of thing. With a little bit of research and some good editing, I should be able to pop out an intelligent letter!

She sent me all her information and after mulling over the information while I watched the kids play at the lake all afternoon, I went to work on it this evening. I quickly finished a rough draft that requires some input and information from her to make it final. So, I sent my 1st draft off in the text of the e-mail. I was thinking... am I just handing her the "goods" without the return? However, I promised her that I'd get it printed nice once we have everything in order and hand her a hard-copy on the date of the massage. I suppose there is nothing more I can do to protect myself. Oh well...

It feels a little bit weird to consider myself a writer. I've been paid for many different jobs and recently I've been doing anything to make that extra buck. I've sold random items for my landlord, pulled extra shifts, sold our things, painted, and done some photography. Thankfully, I've been paid for each job and this has given me a new sense of pride. I can make money, I just have to think "out of the box".

So... now I'm a writer... huh... who'da'thunk!