At last, my writing skills are coming in handy! Well, other than here.
The massage place we go to has a brand-spankin’-new website, complete with a spot for a blog. The problem? Neither of the owners are writers. The guy had asked me a couple of times to take a look; maybe we could work something out, he said. I, on the other hand, was hesitant to take on any more work at the moment. (See? I’m learning!)
But the third time he asked, I agreed to take a look. Turns out, their idea of a post was about 250 words. That I can do.
The blog is just supposed to be about general health stuff, not necessarily hawking monthly specials. Rather, that’s what one of the owners wants. The other wants to intersperse the blog with stuff that’s a little more fun. Which is how I ended up writing one post about lymphatic massage and one about the rabbit/egg symbolism in Easter.*
I scanned two or three articles for each and had to refer back to them as I wrote it all up. Even so, I was able to read the pieces, write the posts and go over each one twice in about an hour. Don’t get me wrong; these weren’t exactly works of art. But they were solidly good, and apparently the owners are thrilled. So I call that a win.
We agreed that I would write two posts a month in exchange for a free massage. We already get a great deal on our massages because we’ve stuck with them for awhile. Even so, saving $35 for one hour of my time is a pretty durn good deal.
It’s nice that I finally have something to barter. I’m not all that handy; I don’t provide a professional service that people would trade for; I’m not crafty enough to make things like jams or blankets or whatever. And with my energy being so wonky, I can’t even trade hours of babysitting. So I’ve pretty much been left out of the bartering game.
Now I get to pat myself on the back, and Tim is mobile in between appointments. Hooray!
Have you guys ever bartered? Did you have a positive experience?
*In case any of you care, eggs and rabbits were closely tied to the fertility goddess Eostre for obvious reasons. Her worshippers held a springtime festival called Ostara. The festival celebrated Eostre gettin’ it on with the sun god because apparently pagans were some of the earliest voyeurs. The holiday’s date was determined in a manner very similar to how Christians decide for Easter. And, of course, there’s the similarity in the words Easter, Eostre and Ostara. So yeah.
Also, the Easter Bunny originated in Germany as the Easter Hare, which I frankly don’t think is nearly as catchy. It caught on here when Germans started to come over to the New World.
Also, kids used to leave out their bonnets for the Easter Hare to fill with candy. Over time, that morphed into baskets, presumably because parents didn’t appreciate the grass stains on bonnets they paid good money for.