A couple of writing assignments, some interest in a potential working relationship with a web developer, I might help edit a book and a bunch of networking. Oh, and my own name tag.
That about sums up the last several weeks of my freelance writing endeavors, from an optimistic point of view. On the other hand, there’s been some realizations that I have a lot to learn, it really does take a long time and I wonder how registering my business would affect my taxes.
Just like applying for a regular job, there’s a lot of waiting to hear from people and companies. Some of them don’t return emails and other messages. Maybe they’re just too busy. It couldn’t have anything to do with me, right? Continue reading “Ups and downs, slings and arrows”
If the internet and social media are so fast, why does it seem like it takes us longer and longer to communicate?
That conundrum, if you will, struck me some time ago, when I received an email from a friend I’ve known since junior high school. (Guess you can tell how old I might be, right? You don’t hear “junior high” much anymore, it’s been “middle school” for some time.) We’ve stayed in touch off and on over the years, but not regularly. I lived on the opposite side of Colorado, so it wasn’t like we could meet for dinner or drinks whenever we felt like getting together.
But despite the ability to immediately respond to my friend, I did nothing. For days Continue reading “You and I don’t communicate any more”
At times over the last few years, it has seemed I’ve been stuck in place, even living a personal nightmare of sorts.
But I’ve finally managed to dig myself out and get headed in what I hope will be a positive professional direction once again. Some, maybe even a lot of, people may not think it’s a bright move to be a reporter or journalist these days, but it’s still what I aspire to be after all my years at a couple of newspapers.
I will be working for Continue reading “Maybe I beat the system, or the system is wrong”
Where would we be without clocks? Anarchy, most likely. Maybe not even here.
As someone who’s professional career has been dominated by deadlines, I’ve grown so accustomed to getting things done on time I don’t really think about it that much.
Continue reading “What really runs our lives”
I don’t think I have ever felt so cynical and disheartened about our country – indeed, our world – as I do now.
Every time some violent action causes mass casualties, I think “OK, maybe this is the one that changes things, changes people.” But it doesn’t. All it seems to do is lead to another, and another, and another. Each of them, in their own way, more horrific than the last one.
What kind of society goes on this way? Continue reading “Violence, prejudice leads to growing cynicism”