It’ll be fun, I said.
Just gotta get the creative juices flowing again, I said.
After more than a year. Because it’s literally been a full year since I even attempted to write anything more complicated than a hey-not-dead update for Tumblr. Forget about anything long-form that might require more than thirty seconds’ perusal and maybe a tap to whatever passes for a like button.
Still haven’t written that paper for my dad. Totally have an outline and some articles to mine for sources, though. Progress?
Still haven’t managed more than a few hundred words at a time for a pittance that’s not even worth requesting a tax ID for. On the plus side, I did get a whole five stars from the person who’s going to sell those few hundred words a few times at a markup before someone puts their name to it and shows it to the world.
Because damn if I don’t always wind up tilting at windmills that already have a glut of would-be Quixotes already banging away at them. Master’s in History? Adjunct at best, fighting PhD’s to teach classes at half a dozen different institutions for poverty-level wages. Writing? Ghost writing and text-mill work that wind up costing more in electricity and time than it brings in. (Even on the copy-editing side of things, the competition is fiercer than I’m really built for; I really wanted to stretch the metaphor to include Sancho Panza, but copy editors are just too bad ass for me to saddle them with Sancho. Ha. Loosey-goosey sibilance is fun.) If I could bring myself to move to a bigger city this would be just that teensiest bit easier by virtue of being geographically closer to major publishing houses instead of having to work remotely. (Not having a home mortgage’s worth of student loan debt would probably help, too. But it is what it is, right?) At least here I can help my supervisor by copy-editing her papers for her Associate’s—because lord have mercy, I have literally never in my life met someone so prone to comma splices. And I might or might not have bought her a book for her composition class next year when getting my help on that would be actual cheating.
Cripes, the poor me is getting annoying. But it’s words on the screen and ultimately that’s what today was all about. I either need to find a way to make this happen or find a way to be happy doing what I’m doing.