Write round, baby, write round

You know something good has happened when someone other than your mom is reaching out to see if you’re dead, survived only by one neglected blog.

Here’s a question from Kazzy in Australia, whom I’m imagining is like a more Crocodile Dundee version of The Fonz:

Six days and no blog, just wondering if you are on holidays or something big is happening for you? I’m not a Tweeter, so don’t keep up with you there. I await a post.

My response:

I wish I were on holiday, but really, I’m just working to make something big happen.

I owe all of you a long story about the blogger search for I Am A Super Woman - how it really went down, how I feel about the outcome, and how I was offered a freelance project even though I didn’t “win” the position.

But while I have all that to share, I’m also looking for either an amazing full-time job writing ’til my brain falls out or for a number of freelance clients. I’ve already interviewed for projects with a few and secured one. Also, I want to get more writing published in print and online publications, and the query process is long. Many publications take months to respond.

I’ll share projects as they come to fruition, so here are some nibbles:

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1) “American History Ex,” a story about being dumped on Independence Day. I’m happy to report that this was my original title and NY Press kept it. (They always change my titles. Alas, they also added a typo. See if you can find it).

2) Some people see the glass as half-full, some half-empty. George Carlin used to say, “I see the glass as too big!” My friend Kelly and I play pessimist and optimist, respectively, in the joint blog You might as well… Each weekday, I point out a reason to live, and she points out a reason to die.

(Disclaimer: I’m not an optimist by nature. It’s something I’ve had to really work on in order not to get too down during challenging times in my life. If you would like to email me your own reasons to live, however small they might be, go to the Contact tab and please send them. I’ll give you credit for your submission).

3) The recent heat wave hasn’t completely cooked my fire escape garden, but my plants look a fright. I’m trying to keep them blog- and camera-ready. Here’s my latest blog post for Burpee Home Gardens.

4) I’m working on another joint blog project that will debut at either the end of July or early August with a really talented writer/artist/awesome guy. I’ll let you know more when it’s ready.

Whew!

Maybe Kazzy can let me crash at his/her place in Australia for a few weeks?

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4 Comments

  1. mari says:

    I’m so sorry about the IAAS challenge. I learned about the results on the Live/Die blog, but without a way to comment I just left it. Here, I’ll say they lost out … and they clearly think so too by offering you work even though you didn’t “win.” (I also thought you still had a job, which I guess I based on your lunch posts.)

    Congratulations on all the exciting projects you’ve created and will be so great at. I think a reason to LIVE is to be able to read writers like you.

  2. Amanda says:

    Thanks, Mari! I did have my other job until the beginning of the IAAS blogger search, but it was time to move on. I’d been unhappy there for awhile - at least six months - and my career was stalled. I’ve been stressed looking for other work, but not upset. I’d rather search than know that I’ve found a dead end.

  3. Mike says:

    I still miss project MAAM

  4. Amanda says:

    Me, too. Project MAMM, you shall live on in our hearts, if not our stomachs.

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