Clayton Makepeace -- is an authoritative writer on the subjects of copywriting, freelance writing, and other marketing/writing subjects.

Clayton has written multimillion-dollar controls for Boardroom, Phillips, Rodale, Weiss Research, and many other top direct-marketing firms. His success is reflected in his seven-figure annual income - making him one of the top five earners in the world of direct marketing.

"Clayton Makepeace is in a different league when compared to most of us," says 'FreelanceWritingSuccess.com'. "Not only is he a great copywriter, but he is also a master marketer. As a result he has made many millions of dollars both for his clients and for himself."

Clayton is also the author of "The Makepeace Magic:" his proven secrets for producing Bigger Winners, More Often! that is free and send out every Monday.

Clayton's Story

“Why don’t you tell them who you REALLY are?”

Here’s my life’s story -- I’ll try to make this as quick and painless as possible …


• Minneapolis, 1952: Born. Adopted at birth by dirt-poor and slightly deranged theology student and his perpetually patient, loving wife …

• Tulsa, 1968: The Preacher moves out. I drop out of high school to help Mom pay bills. Job running folding machine in junk mail factory. Night jobs in donut shop and gas station.

• Tulsa, 1971: Meet little Latin hottie. Get married. New upper-crust wife belatedly discovers husband is high-school drop-out. Mortified(!). No time wasted getting GED, applying for college.

• Tulsa, 1973: Discover college dean earns less than I do. Figure education pointless. Leave college for job: Assistant director on lowest-rated TV show in nation.

• Tulsa, 1974: Freelance lighting director for White House (Nixon, Ford, Rockefeller). Take TV job in Los Angeles. Daughter explodes onto scene. Brunette. Walking exclamation point. Feisty.

• Los Angeles, 1975: TV work unavailable due to recession. Land job as copywriter at small direct response agency. Son appears. Chubby. Blond. Real sweetheart.

• Los Angeles, 1979: Quit job at ad agency. Freelance copywriter born.

• Minneapolis, 1982: Income hits six figures. Discover how much 60- below-zero weather sucks.

• New Orleans, 1984: Meet Jim Blanchard. Great, free soul. Hang with J. Peter Grace, G. Gordon Liddy, Jean Kirkpatrick, other saints and sinners at New Orleans Conference.

• New Orleans, 1988: Bible reading, prayer and cigarettes with Jesse Helms. Partying with Nicaraguan Contras. Lunch at White House. Big fun.

• Florida, 1991: Feisty daughter, adorable son enter mandatory teenage rebellion phase. Wife figures 20 years with crazy copywriter long enough. No argument from me. Cordial divorce.

• Florida, 1991-92: Money gets better. Single man about town. Beach house. Sports car. Spare time out the wazzoo. Wine. Women. Wild oats sown.

• Florida, 1992: Meet redhead. Top marketing director at Phillips Publishing. Fall in love. Cuddle. Pregnant!!

• Florida, 1993: Second daughter arrives on planet. Pink. Blond. Too cute for words. Get married again.

• Florida, 1994: Big money rolls in. Second son born. Premature. E-coli infection. Touch and go. Made it! Brilliant. Busy. Handful. BIG heart.

• Florida, 1995: Island living. Rock star and TV star neighbors. Yacht in backyard. Kids in “terrible twos” and equally terrible “ones.” Need peace. Buy Harley.

• Florida, 1997: Redhead hates riding on back. Jabbers all the time anyway. Give Redhead her own damn Harley. Buy second Harley for self.

• Florida, 1998: Money gets really good. Build world-class Rock and Roll autograph collection. Includes last guitar Stevie Ray Vaughan touched.

• Florida, 1999: Money gets really, really good. Build extensive antique and modern gun collection. Buy famous golf pro’s home. Porsche 911. Hummer.

• Florida, 2000: Money gets obscenely good. Buy third Harley for self, plus 25-acre estate in Smokey Mountains to escape Florida summer heat.

• North Carolina, 2003: End of summer, “forget” to return to Florida. Put kids in NC school. Sell Florida golf estate. Attempt to fit in with locals. Learn “dinner” means lunch; “supper” means dinner. Buy tractor and pick-up truck.

• North Carolina, 2004: Copy cubs making millions. Realize helping others more rewarding than merely making money. Create Profit Center to help business owners, marketing execs, copywriters and graphic designers.

• Today: Still in North Carolina. Promotions for Phillips, Agora, Boardroom and Weiss Research. Accept hot young client with $300 million potential. Launch THE TOTAL PACKAGE e-zine. Draws raves from strangers. Photo source of great emotional pain inflicted by friends, family. Decide to keep it anyway.

External links

Clayton's Makepeace Home Page

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