It goes like this. Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a writer. So that’s what I’ve done since I was a kid. Been a writer. Getting up early a majority of days to hit my desk, chasing down leads, and dreaming up ideas to pitch. There have been times when … Continue reading New Job, Who This?
This could all go to hell and turn into another bad pairing of talents, but I hope that it won't, and it'll grow into something like each of the writers who will attend.
Today, Facebook told me that it had been a year since I started fully leaning into the freelancer’s life.
When I made the conscious choice and decision to be a writer, I looked at what opportunities that were out there for writers who wanted to do what I planned on doing and studied them to better prepare myself for the future I wanted.
Some of these I'm pretty much already part way through or have gotten a head start on in this last month so am on target to completing a lot of these goals. Here's to 2020 and the end to a decade.
'“Could you imagine? Your child dies and instead of burying them you bring them back. It would be like raising a zombie.”' Latest story in my August flash story challenge. Got the idea while doing dishes and imaging a reincarnated child doing chores.
"It’s sounds of ecstatic agony turned a quiet night into a nightmare world that Alice had somehow stumbled into." Another flash story for the month of August. I was late uploading this one. Wrote it yesterday after waking up to a cat meowing in my face.