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Born to Blog: A True Story

September 22, 2005

I really donít like jobs. That whole getting up, going to work, wearing power suitsÖ yeah, itís not my style. And donít tell me itís not because I havenít found the right job: after, what, 24 in as 26 yearsÖ I think Iíd know by now:


I've branched out into non-food related pursuits such as running a sewing machine at a local silkscreening company and working as a data entry clerk for the U.S. Postal Service (that job suu-uuucked!). I've been a paid website representative, a grocery store cashier, a student services clerk at the local community college, a SHU writing consultant, and a seller of fruit.ď

Maybe itís the odd sense of power I gained from each of my jobs that worried me:

Once upon a time there was a girl who worked at the post office. Man, did she hate that job! But it turned out... with three ill-willed clicks on one little finger, BAM, a letter to, say, Australia is sent to Austria, Canada, maybe even Guatemala, never to be seen again. Not that said girl would ever admit to doing such a terrible thing... mostly because that would be admitting to a Federal offense, and HAHAHA, she's not that dumb.Ē

For a long time I thought about becoming a professional chef:

Some days I am practically a kitchen whizkid, whipping up those delicious banana nut muffins from scratch, with a nary a glance at my recipe as I do so. Other days, such as today, I am fairly certain it should be illegal for me to be around kitchen appliances, especially those with razor sharp blades whizzing around at the speed of light.

But ultimated decided against it when I realized people could die.

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So I developed a personal philosophy:

When you start to write to please an audience or start worrying about who may or may not be reading what you write, you are doing yourself and your writing a disservice. The point is that you can't please everyone all of the time. You can't even please half the people half of the time. The best you can hope for is to make sure that everything you put out there pleases just one person: YOU!


and began to design my very own career path:

The journalist who occasionally waxes poetic, the fiction writer who researches historical events to use in his piece, the writer who chooses not to focus on a specific genre instead choosing to dabble a little bit here and little bit there, experimenting and growing as a writer, these are the writers who I suspect will ultimately succeed in todayís writing world.

Iíve already blogged in 6 countries:

Today I felt a shiver run up my spine as I signed the guest registry at Shakespeare's birthplace in Stratford-upon-Avon. This house has held more famous people than you could shake a stick at including many famous writer's scrawls like Mark Twain, Charles Dickens, Alfred Lord Tennyson, and many more in addition, of course, to our boy Willie. I was sure to write my name neatly and completely because you never know, do you?

Why stop now?

Moira at 11:00 PM :: Comments (1) :: ę :: Ľ
Comments:

hey Moira,
it's good that you have those experiences, I'm a little antsy myself about my own writing 'career'... I had not have a "real" job per se...I refused to work in fast food restaurant...I didn't hear from any of the jobs I applied...so it'll be an adventure trying to look for a job after college...

I agree with you about finding interesting things when listening to other people tell their stories, especially when they are from a different background compared to yours...good luck in your pursuits...your humor is "superfly"...keep writing!

Posted by: mike D. at September 30, 2005 12:21 PM
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