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I have good news. Great news, maybe. Unless you're afraid of what would happen if I had a real voice in the world.
Yesterday, I was called into Lee's office. For those of you who don't know, when there is good news, Lee traditionally comes to you, and when there is bad news, you're summoned. So I wasn't really skipping.
Got there, he looks up, "Jonathan, do you write?" Only as often as possible. "Well, maybe you've heard about our new publication coming out?" Yeah, that Your Mom thing, right? "Yes. And you seem like a reasonably intelligent individual, and you always have that notebook with you. So I was wondering if maybe you'd be interested in a position as a contributing author, for this Your Mom thing." Uhm... Yes. Absolutely. "Good. I'll email the woman upstairs, but my boss is excited about having someone from down here working on it." Uhm... cool? Is there anything else I need to know? "Not right now. But then, that's because I don't know anything about it myself. Somebody'll come down here in two or three days, though, and give you the low-down on it." Uhm... awesome. Thanks. "No problem. I'll tell you when I know more."
So yes. You have read it correctly. Jonathan Neavor may soon be writing for a newspaper.
Yeah.
Of course, it's not exactly some huge deal. And it seems to be marketed as more of a fun paper, maybe even a youth-style sorta thing, so I... SEVERELY doubt I'd be able to push my ontological bullshit on the public with it. But still. I'll be writing! And getting published! In a real periodical! Eat that, Fate!
-N
Yesterday, I was called into Lee's office. For those of you who don't know, when there is good news, Lee traditionally comes to you, and when there is bad news, you're summoned. So I wasn't really skipping.
Got there, he looks up, "Jonathan, do you write?" Only as often as possible. "Well, maybe you've heard about our new publication coming out?" Yeah, that Your Mom thing, right? "Yes. And you seem like a reasonably intelligent individual, and you always have that notebook with you. So I was wondering if maybe you'd be interested in a position as a contributing author, for this Your Mom thing." Uhm... Yes. Absolutely. "Good. I'll email the woman upstairs, but my boss is excited about having someone from down here working on it." Uhm... cool? Is there anything else I need to know? "Not right now. But then, that's because I don't know anything about it myself. Somebody'll come down here in two or three days, though, and give you the low-down on it." Uhm... awesome. Thanks. "No problem. I'll tell you when I know more."
So yes. You have read it correctly. Jonathan Neavor may soon be writing for a newspaper.
Yeah.
Of course, it's not exactly some huge deal. And it seems to be marketed as more of a fun paper, maybe even a youth-style sorta thing, so I... SEVERELY doubt I'd be able to push my ontological bullshit on the public with it. But still. I'll be writing! And getting published! In a real periodical! Eat that, Fate!
-N