If You'd Told Me...
ten years ago that I'd earn more money writing website content about how to repaint your NYC apartment than I would writing for a glossie yoga magazine, I'd have thought you were nuts.
But here I am.
(Although, the most money I've made yet was for the sex/travel column R & I wrote for playgir last yearl--under a pseudonym, bien sure. $1/word!)
The best part? I'm sitting in my living room and whenever I want to take a break, I flip back over to that short story I'm working on, the one about the bridal shower on the UES.
(Truth be told, I got stalled a bit on that one. Two other pieces just emerged out of nowhere each time I sat down to write--a short meta tale and a flash piece.)
ten years ago that I'd earn more money writing website content about how to repaint your NYC apartment than I would writing for a glossie yoga magazine, I'd have thought you were nuts.
But here I am.
(Although, the most money I've made yet was for the sex/travel column R & I wrote for playgir last yearl--under a pseudonym, bien sure. $1/word!)
The best part? I'm sitting in my living room and whenever I want to take a break, I flip back over to that short story I'm working on, the one about the bridal shower on the UES.
(Truth be told, I got stalled a bit on that one. Two other pieces just emerged out of nowhere each time I sat down to write--a short meta tale and a flash piece.)
Labels: Life is good
posted by Minerva Jane at
12:28 PM
2 Comments:
can I read the flash piece?
Well, at least you're making a living writing something, and that allows you the freedom to write other stuff, too. Good on ya.
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