I also find myself poking about for the place to fit in.
A few days ago I sent off a writing sample for a freelance writing job with a site that deals with the Arts. Mind you it's not my preference, but I thought I'd give it a try since I like eating and living indoors and the capability to do both is in question at this time. So I dashed off a little missive and atached a sample that I thought was pretty good, a piece from this blog about Showtime's season ending episodes this past year.
There were a few hitches though.
In my zeal to get this job and impress with my "abilities" I may have written myself out of a job, we'll see.
Yesterday I got an email:
I'm paraphrasing here but :
You know...we want housewives from Topeka to be able and willing to read this stuff. So, if you wouldn't mind could you send me something I could submit to the editors?
Was the gist of it.
I guess all the talk about straight guys and using the word Shit, isn't what they're looking for. See, too excited, I went off my head.
So now I have to learn to write for the masses, not just the
And so it goes: