Make Millions in Your Pajamas

I just received my bazillionth email telling me I can make over a six figure income, in my p.j.s, working only two hours a day from home as a copywriter. It bothers me how organizations can get away with promoting those kinds of claims. I think I've figured it out.

First of all it depends on what kind of copywriting we're talking about. The email ads aren't too specific. Second of all, the type of jammies I wear is important. If they are my usual footie, flannel ones it won't work. If the p.j.s are slinky and see-through it might.

Knowing that our state governer, Elliot Spitzer, hired a call girl for $3,000 an hour last year, a six figure income is totally realistic only working two hours a day from home. Just think, I can write ad copy promoting my services.

When all is said and done, I'd rather stay in my flannel, Sponge Bob Square Pants, footie jammies my grandkids gave me for Christmas last year. I'll continue to work days at a respectable job, and clack away at the keyboard, in the evening, with the hope I'll eventually make a living as a writer.

How Did Ernie Do It?

I don't know how Ernest Hemingway was able to write with 69 cats around him all the time. I have one and he can be a pest sometimes. There were no computers in Ernie's day, only manual typewriters (remember them?). Maybe his cats got their tales caught in the carriage return, which eventually kept the little fur balls away from his writing area.

My cat, Bear, likes to sit on the computer keyboard, and vie for my attention; and always when I'm in the middle of a writing project. He's been known to delete a half days work. If I could only teach him how to type instead of hit the delete button! Oh well, it's a start. Besides, he's a handsome little guy who loves me unconditionally. That alone is worth a half days work.

Exaggerated Claims

We all know flies are attracted to horse pucky, which made me think of the exaggerated claims out there in Websville.

Don't you just love it when online ads, or any ads for that matter, promise a six figure income only working 10 hours a week! The only thing that took me 10 hours a week to do was count the dead flies in the corner of my living room.

It's not that I'm a bad housekeeper or anything. Those pesky little things are dormant when the weather gets cool and then come to life as it gets warmer. They're gone now; it's 83 degrees outside and they were either eaten in flight by the cat or they went outside on their own.

In any case, I still haven't figured out how to make a six figure income working 10 hours a week...flies or no flies.