Friday, Friday, everybody’s glad it’s Friday…I woke up with Rebecca Black’s “Friday” stuck in my head, and it’s driving me slowly insane. Ack. Anyways, because it’s Friday and we’re all probably more than ready for the weekend, I’m going to keep this post short and sweet. This way, we can all go about our merry ways — and I can go to the gym while singing that blasted Rebecca Black song. *Headdesk*
From the time I was a teenager, I’ve harbored a secret desire to be a writer. I love writing, but I always thought that “being a writer,” as it were, would involve inconsistent income, occasional starvation, and embarrassed family members who’d sit around at family reunions while discussing my perpetual waitressing gig and my ill-fated attempts to write the Great American Novel.
Because of this, I didn’t let the phrase “I want to be a writer” slip from my lips for a very, very long time. I pursued my more level-headed goals and dreams. I pushed writing to the back of my mind and hoped it would eventually be replaced by other things.
A few years ago I realized that despite my best attempts, the compulsion to write definitely hadn’t been replaced. At my core, I still wanted — desperately wanted — to write. But even then, I didn’t let myself pursue it. The specter of that family reunion scenario was just too daunting.
Recently, though, I realized that I’d had enough of sitting around and wishing I could write more. I decided that I want to actually get out there and write.
I have a steady day job, so pursuing my love of writing won’t involve waiting tables or occasional forays into a PB&J-only diet. I also have no desire to write a novel, because that’s just not the way my brain works. Since I’ve reconciled myself to the fact that novel writing is best left to people whose brains actually do work that way (side note: I’m in awe of these folks, because that shiz is hard), that takes care of the “let’s talk about her disastrous attempts to be a novelist” family reunion scenario.
At first I was worried that my lack of both a journalism degree and freelance experience would make this next to impossible. But, because sometimes life works in awesomely serendipitous ways, a couple of unpaid writing gigs have opened up — and that’s exactly what I need.
I’m working to expand my portfolio of articles, and I’d like to keep them all in one place as I build my collection. So, with that in mind, I’ve created a new page here: check out the Articles (Or, Shameless Self-Promotion) page to, hopefully, watch my little word garden grow.