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I'm a writer of aricles, poems & songs. Here's some cool stuff I wrote.
You know, I haven’t been doing a whole lot of writing in the past few weeks.
Mostly it’s because I’ve been incredibly busy.
But last night when I had no internet access, I wrote a bunch of shit, and it felt great. I just get all stomach-pit-anxious about deadlines. The act of writing itself is therapeutic and joyous.
Anyway, I know a bunch of people started following me because I occasionally write things that are interesting to read, so I’m gonna post a few of the things I wrote (all about songs, so bonus music posts!) tonight.
Oh, okay so a life update?
My boss. Yikes.
I have an interview on Friday for a job I’d love to have. Yay!
I’ve mentally committed myself to really looking into a grad program, although I haven’t finished undergrad yet.
I really feel free. It’s hard to explain because depression and frustrations haven’t fluttered away into the ether or anything, but I feel like I am not chained to any one particular life outcome and that’s spectacular.
I am leaving this city as much as I possibly can, for sanity reasons. Travel keeps me satiated on a primal level.
I am in desperate need of sex, and had a total opportunity to ho it up in Philly, but my period came by and cockblocked the fuck out of me. Needless to say, my period and I had some stern words.
Y’all. I’ve been so busy saving the world that I forgot how good it feels to write things.
I love sharing information, crafting messages so that they’re digestible and the immediate feedback of the internet. I haven’t been writing as much lately because I’m waist-deep in the cold war against the regular person.
I’m thinking more about action plans than I am about sharing information, and damn, that’s not enough. The political section on one of the websites I wrote for was eliminated because the people who visit that website aren’t exactly looking for information on state house bills and city council sheninanigans. They wanna know where to drink for cheap this weekend, and I respect that.
Because of that, I haven’t really been writing political stuff, or writing as much about the events I go to, what people say and do while I’m there, and how information is framed to public audiences. I’m gonna start doing that more, just because it feels good to share information, and I really want to be writing more. Writing is one thing I am pretty much always doing anyway, but it’s something I enjoy. Kinda like using the internet (Which reminds me I have internet crap to do for this saving the world thing.)
Oh yeah, yay healthcare!
I have been working on the concept for about 3 years now.
I don’t ever talk about it (to anyone, not even people irl) because I am not a ficion writer by trade or really even by experience. Some of y’all are, and I feel like I’m just playing at it, but I’m playing kind of hard. Also, saying, “I’m writing a novel,” sounds like some typical writer shit, and I hate saying typical writer shit to people.
Anyway, I’m writing a novel.
It’s some not quite post-apocalyptic sorta sci-fi future-of-our world shit. I think it’s kinda cool.
I’m working on really fleshing out my universe. I know my characters very well, but I want them to exist in a place with a history, a future and valid cultural reasons for their actions.
Perhaps this is obsessive and weird, but everything I’ve ever done as a writer was obsessive and weird, and all good writers I know are obsessive and weird, so I think I’m probably doing the right thing.
I just read an open call for writers of a blog associated with a “Network!” I associate networked blogs with money and potential opportunities to reach more readers. In the call/want ad/whatever they used the word “Freelancers,” so I figured there’d be money involved for writers who were up to their needs.
I read some of the bloggings of the website in the aforementioned network, and was underwhelmed. I mulled their posts around in my mouth with a poker-face expression, knowing that I could knock some serious shit out of the park if I wrote for them. I’m funnier, smarter and far better versed in interweb speak than any of the shit I read on their site.
Get this shit.
Aside from the fact that the title of the website has an objectionably objectifying word in it (that I was about to overlook because it was used in a clever way)… one of their main authors said in his bio that he, “Enjoys casual misogyny.”
I’ve been slacking on my freelancing work like woah. The holidays bit my soul, took a fat chunk out of it, and I’m regenerating it slowly at the rate of one iota of chakra per 12 hours. This could take months.
I had a moment of acceptance this morning, while taking a gnarly shit (and briefly thinking of my Tortured Artist Ex, as I am often wont to do while shitting). I accepted that writing, punditry, my big mouth, humor and my cute face might be my ticket into a career doing something that doesn’t involve tech support. What that something is remains to be seen, but I imagine there might be a talk show in it for me by the time I’m in my forties.
I’m also very lazily looking for a job I won’t quit less than 40 hours into it, which pays a rate worth the effort of showering and putting on pants.
I also want to dye my hair purple again. I figure dying my hair some fun color won’t diminish my chances of finding the job of my dreams. Also, I require a business casual work environment, because all I own anymore is casual shit.
I’ve had like six different existential crises in the last ten minutes. Being a writer is hard.
Check out my article about Occupy Louisville’s first big event called "7 Days of Solidarity" on Louisville.com!
It’s been so fucking busy today, I forgot to post a gpoyw! I’m figuring out the process on how to post a Louisville.com entry, and working on digging out cover art for We Party ‘Cause We’re Alive, and deciding how to take my vodka. (Vodka Tonic was the decision)
Anyway my very first louisville.com article is scheduled to post tomorrow, so I’ll post a link to it then! :-D
One of my clients accepted a research article I wrote which not only references Single Ladies by Beyonce, but talks about Sailor Moon.
Eat that, corporate America!!
I’ve been working my ass off. Literally and figuratively.
Which is awesome, because I’ve been slightly busy with working on creative stuff and trying to make some professional magic happen. This weekend wasn’t exactly proactive on the Pam Doing More than Blogging tip.
I’m working out! & eating right!! I haven’t slacked off at all yet! Marianna and I talked about doing crunches the other day. She told me she heard that Salt n Peppa used to do 300 crunches every night before bed (100 regular, 100 to each side) for rock-hard abs.
Well, considering that my stomach is currently in Pillsbury Lager Girl status, I think this is a fine goal. Right now I’m just trying to get in 100 crunches, total, every 24 hours.
I’m not mad at my body right now. We’re totally cool. But I have decided I’m gonna conform and get famous-skinny because I want free clothes, and I’m about 3 times the size of designer samples. So unless I want to wear a Kate Spade dress as a scarf, I better get my act together.