Life hits when you least expect it to. My grandfather is going in for open heart surgery in a little over two weeks and I just had my last day at my current job, so I’m technically unemployed. Not only that, but I’m graduating from college in about 11 days so I’m not only looking at summer jobs and scrambling to get projects and final class portfolios together, but I’m looking into my career as a writer. I don’t have a portfolio… this blog is probably full of grammar and spelling errors, and did I mention I DON’T HAVE A PORTFOLIO! The portfolio is like THE PASSKEY into the “getting paid to write” world. Whether that be as a freelancer or as some other kind of writer. I have no real publishing experience to speak of in my name, let alone my pen name… yeah M.K. is not what my family and friends call me. I know it’s a shock to all two of you.
I use too many ellipses and I don’t know how to keep a schedule apparently with writing. On top of that I wrote an autoethnography thing again and I discovered something interesting about myself. I hate writing… or more I hate the act of writing. I hate what it’s done to me over the past three years, the constant assignments and deadlines and never really writing what I actually want to write.
I just read one of my professor’s profiles on Goodreads. Her job, even more than mine, requires her to read and write all sorts of things. At one point she watched a lot of TV because that was a break from it, which is why she barely ever read for herself, her reading was for work. My reading and writing is for work – well, school at this point. I watch TV and I do Facebook and stuff, anything but read or write for myself in my free time. I don’t even get out and gather new experiences. I just “veg out” as they call it. It’s not right. All the enjoyment of my work has been ripped from me and to escape it I don’t try to find enjoyment in the one thing I’ve always loved.
But here’s the good news. On Saturday I have two job interviews, Lowes and Petco… both places I would enjoy being able to work. One is full time for a few months, the other part time for as long as I want to work there or until they fire me, which I doubt would happen and hope would never happen. Whichever of these jobs I take, should they be offered to me and I hope they will be, I will no longer have to deal with school. I’m not going back in the fall. So if I’m working and I have free time and free days I can use those for writing and other life things… maybe even have a life while I read and write more.
That being said, I plan to upgrade this blog soon to a paid plan. My domain will change and I’ll be cleaning up everything on the roll and the pages. I’ll probably play around with and change the layout and theme again and I’ll be adding a page/collection of pages for a portfolio of unpublished work. That will all happen over the summer and once I have a secured paying job. I’m also going to start trying to build up my work for freelancing and other jobs. I plan to start submitting more and more work for publication in literary journals and other places. If I could afford to subscribe and not just constantly look at their online archives you can believe I would do it. After finals week, next week, I am going to be doing my best to work on my professional development as a writer and as a person in general.
I have so many goals right now that I don’t know where to start. I guess we’ll see when it happens.