63F! Four days after Valentine's Day!
I had just the day I needed: brunch with a good friend, followed by walking up to Park Slope in search of good books, stopping for pizza along the way, chatting nonstop for five and a half hours. Now, of course, I'm a bit pooped, but happy and more confident about certain things. (My last few posts, access-locked, have been cries for help &c; thank you, everyone, even if I may not respond or write back quickly. Many, many lessthanthrees - I appreciate your looking out for me from afar!) There is a term for the thing I want, which really is just "features editor" or "features writer," and there is a way I can rebrand my RealName.com stuff to accommodate that. For now, though, I am loafing on my couch. It is a good.
Apparently no bookstore or library in the five boroughs has Communion by bell hooks available, which I super want to read after chatting about it with
hope, but my lady M today convinced me to give Future Sex by Emily Witt a try until I can find Communion. M also seriously encouraged me to think about this book I may have in me that's coming out of my memoir class - like, it may just be that my career kicks off with a book, if I can get it done in the next six months or whatever. (I'm sure in later years that will seem wildly optimistic! But hey, it's a project, and it's all something I really want to research and dig into.)
Ramen tomorrow with a guy who was my very best friend at age 3 (we've hung out since then! he is a cool dude as an adult too). I think I have the solution to my freelancing anxiety, which is to remember that the work isn't about me and that I'm here to honor my subjects (thanks, first episode of season 3 of Chef's Table!). I feel much more optimistic about having a plan for the future, which, you know, always seems worth sharing and commemorating. \o/
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Apparently no bookstore or library in the five boroughs has Communion by bell hooks available, which I super want to read after chatting about it with
hope, but my lady M today convinced me to give Future Sex by Emily Witt a try until I can find Communion. M also seriously encouraged me to think about this book I may have in me that's coming out of my memoir class - like, it may just be that my career kicks off with a book, if I can get it done in the next six months or whatever. (I'm sure in later years that will seem wildly optimistic! But hey, it's a project, and it's all something I really want to research and dig into.)
Ramen tomorrow with a guy who was my very best friend at age 3 (we've hung out since then! he is a cool dude as an adult too). I think I have the solution to my freelancing anxiety, which is to remember that the work isn't about me and that I'm here to honor my subjects (thanks, first episode of season 3 of Chef's Table!). I feel much more optimistic about having a plan for the future, which, you know, always seems worth sharing and commemorating. \o/
This was originally posted on Dreamwidth, where it has
comments. I would love to hear from you at DW! If you can see this post, you can comment here using OpenID. Thanks!