I've Been Thinking Lately That This Might Be What I Want

At work, I've been asked to write a bunch of articles for their blog and music page. As you can tell by my last post, this is a pretty arduous job considering I have to do my regular job on top of it.

But then it got me thinking. Because my life is to write and now that I'm doing it, perhaps I can do it freelance? Take on a bunch of blog-like writing jobs and work from home or go to an office a few times a week. Is it possible? Can I do it?

I know I had a great deal of animosity towards being a journalist and writing for the sake of advertisers, but if I want to write for a living I have to make some adjustments and compromises towards my purity theory of the art of writing.

I can still write what I want, but I can also do it and make money off of it. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I'm an excellent writer. Perhaps with a little bit more time and training I can be great, but without the expensive writing classes (although I did go to college for journalism and writing) I have made a pretty good start. I should just keep on going.

It's probably a far reach to ask of this here, but if you're reading this do you have any ideas on how to get some writing jobs? Blogging, freelance, whatever. I want to write for a living and I'm on the right path at where I am now. I just want to keep on going down this path.

Maybe it's a bit presumptuous of me to think that this can work. I mean, I would need a lot of money and have a good name out there to be at where I want to be. I know I can write, but am I even that good? I can't even tell. I know it comes with time, but I feel very confident about it. Perhaps we have to wait and see. See how far my hard work will get me. Hopefully farther than I assume. Perhaps all I need is confidence.

Six Articles, Two Days, Overstressed Simone

I think a very important project has been handed to me as of lately which is the working on the music page for my office. I'm really grateful. I can do this.

And my regular job
And my other regular job
And my writing
And my knitting.

I'm not stressed out at all.

See ----->No stress

When I was in college, I got maybe two to three articles max as assignments. It was tough to do that many let alone doing six for content. I'm not worried. No way. This is important to me. I get to write as part of my job. People get to read this writing. The career begins this way. This is what I wanted.

But I also have my regular job
And my other job
And my writing
And my knitting.

I'll be OK.

My Sundays Are Spent In Parks With Knitting

I spent my entire Sunday outside. It was probably the most gorgeous warm day of the fall so far and I couldn't trade up for anything else.

I've already started working on the gifts for my friends this year. I'm starting with my friend Adrian who had requested his scarf look like this:



It's like three different colors, with pointy ends and different gradients. You don't know how many hours I spent trying to map out the way this thing is going to look. In the end, I realized I can work from end to end, but from side to side. I casted on about 170 sts for the black and the grey coming to a grand total of 340 sts. I hope this is long enough as I can't gauge how long it needs to be and I've never worked from side to side. Also, this is going to be the first design I've ever tested out. I've been working on patterns for the longest time and this is going to be somewhat of a challenge. I created a few swatches of what I want it to look like, but in the end I'll probably end up making this scarf twice. If that is the case, then you'll see the cruddy one on etsy and the good one around my friend's neck.

Let's all hope I get it right the first time.

Crazy dream

Here is a laundry list of events that happened to me in my dream last
night:

1.some crazy Asian girl tried to turn me into a stepford by
controlling me, sleeping with my mom and telling me what to do. I
tried to electrocute her but she survived

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2. I was kidnapped right during the middle of some robot war and was
forced to be their slaves. The first battle was about to begin in some
abandoned warehouse before I escaped with my grandma. I was trapped
somewhere in the middle of Brooklyn trying to find a cab or a bus to
take back to civilization. Some man then mugged me and proceeded to
give me some tips on how to prevent from being mugged again inthe
future. I finally found a cab and my friend bhagli and her boyfriend.
We rode all the way back to bayside j. Queens

After I woke up, the sky is orange and its 6:45 in the morning. I need
to go to work early to ring in sales. I'm so tired now.

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I'm On The Right Path

I'm always afraid I don't do enough writing because I'm a writer and that's what I'm supposed to do.

After my epiphany, I went through my entire blog searching for entries with dialogues I came up with to work on this weekend.

Turns out I have about eight stories already. I wanted to add about four more and then put in the intro. This bad boy is already written and I did it subconsciously.

Since it's bad to have your work already published, I'm going to take the liberty to delete all these stories from my blog already. If you haven't read them yet, then you'll just have to wait.

When You Fall, You Fall Hard

Last night, I fell on the ground.

I scraped my knee.
I bruised my hands.
I laughed so hard.
I walked it off.

Now I have a growth, but I'm ok. I know you were so concerned. But I laughed. That's all you can really do about that situation.

I spent the rest of the night contemplating ideas for knit projects. I know I have to make something for my friend's birthday (which was yesterday) and I have the yarn to work on the NEW scarf for my grandmother. I also have the fingerless gloves I wanted to make for myself as well as the hat for the winter seasons.

I've just got a lot of stuff to do.

Oh Yeah, And I Do The Writing Thing

There have been conversations floating around in my head lately. It's more "hippie thought" or "spiritual."

Oh crap. The thought just came to me. What if I did an entire book of short stories based on the conversations I make up? Ok, that just sounds weird and crazy like I have mental problems, but I always write the conversations first before I write anything else.

Hmmm...I have enough of them on here. I come up with more all the time. I think I might be onto something.

Anyway, my new conversation is about two people. One is dealing with the divorce of his parents while the other is just there for support. They get into a heated argument over the meaning of life. In the end, they get no where with the conversation. Isn't that the case with most?