i didn’t want to be in your club anyway

I just got an e-mail saying that I didn’t get the paid blogging gig at ClubMom. Which, bummer, but not exactly unexpected. I can only imagine that they were inundated with resumes. And, if we’re being honest here, my query wasn’t exactly irresistible. I failed to mention my journalism experience (…why?…) and two of my three links were to this blog, which promptly went down for several days. So let’s see…a query letter that demonstrates no applicable experience and links to a defunct website? I’m shocked they didn’t hire me on the spot.

I’ve been applying to all sorts of things lately. I don’t have a good reason. We are, after all, starting our own business, so taking on an additional project doesn’t exactly make sense. On the other hand, I really miss writing (for, you know, money). There’s something extremely satisfying about seeing one’s name in print. I sort of secretly hope that one of the writing gigs will pan out; it’ll give me an excuse to multitask, and I’m happiest when juggling half a dozen projects. Perhaps I should take up actual juggling; it’d make it a hell of a lot easier to do things while Happy Fun Baby demands not only attention but hands-on attention. Typing one-handed: not exactly efficient.

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  1. Hey,

    First time commenting. I found your blog because we both use Tarski. I’m also a once-and-future freelance writer and I’m hoping to start a family soon. Your blog is a great find. Keep up the great writing. Good luck on your new ventures and your quest for clients.

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