Sunday, June 21, 2015

STEP INTO MY OFFICE


Despite the fact that there's a giant picture of my bed above this, one of the first rules I set for myself was to not use my irregular work schedule as an excuse to stay in my pajamas all day and lie prostrate. Not that it doesn't happen, but I try to mix it up. A few days a week I'm in an office for my internship with a desk covered in papers and notes to myself, but when I'm not there, I'm doing the work remotely. Add daily Hello Giggles articles into the mix, and these are some, but not all, of the places I've had to turn into a temporary office:

  • a bench outside of a sandwich shop, stealing their WiFi
  • the waiting area of a T Stop that miraculously had Xfinity
  • a coffee shop with no outlets, no WiFi and not even any flavored syrups that clearly wanted me to get the hell out
  • on top of a washing machine while my towels dried

While these locations make for an impressive scavenger hunt, they've done nothing to quell the weird sort of stuck-ness I've been feeling, a real life example being that I couldn't think of a better word than "stuck-ness." So much of life so far has always been preparing for the next step, under the unspoken assumption that whatever you do next has to be better than what came before. With that in mind, I thought post grad would afford me the time to focus on my writing. I wanted to write bigger pieces for other outlets, to be funny and quirky and honest and get my name out there as A Writer rather than Girl Who Sometimes Gets Things Published But Not Often. Don't get me wrong, I love love love writing for HG, and I love that I have supportive editors who trust me with assignments and work with me on bigger pieces, but there are other audiences I think I can speak to. But not yet. The few pitches I have mustered up have been going into the void, and that's because the ideas are tired, half baked. I'm doing it just to do it, not because I have something to say.

So I'm just going to end this post with something I know is dumb and trite. But who am I to judge what speaks to me, even though it technically is a horoscope I came across on Tumblr:


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