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Weekend is done....

I spent the majority of the weekend working, sending three finished eBooks to clients. I'm loving what I'm doing more than I ever believed possible. I received an email from a client this morning and I thought I'd share it.

Hi Pamela,


I must say I'm very impressed with what you've given me here. Your writing style stands out for me as world-class. I was a newspaper reporter for six years and editor for four, and I know an exceptional writer when I see one.

Your work also stands out for me in how you went to the added step of adding appropriate graphics and formatting it... a very nice touch I appreciate.

In fact, this is the first time I've received a ghostwritten book that would be ready to sell as is. In other words, dare I say it's perfect as it is?

Thank you - you impress me as being in a league of your own, and I am interested in learning about your services for other projects, although now that I've swelled your head ;-))....



So I sent him my client price list and I look forward to getting more and more work as word of mouth spreads about my work. Not that I need any more just now, I'm pretty busy.

Loving what you do and being able to do it for a living is perhaps one of the greatest things on earth. That and a hot chocolate fudge sundae of course.

Comments

  1. tom9092:11 PM

    Hi Sweet Pamela, glad your writing is working out. Make loadsa money and then send me some ok.

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  2. Paul5:37 PM

    Good for you, Pam. Kathleen and I say hi.

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  3. FirstNations8:23 PM

    well dang! way to go pam!

    with the fog lately you can't drive anywhere anyway...might as well stay home and earn bazillions of dollars.

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