David McMahon has very generously offered his expertise to the Internet at large…
“In view of the fact that all bloggers are writers (but not vice versa!) I was wondering if you could help me with one of my major aims. I recently started a daily post on tips for writers, called `Telling Write From Wrong’. I would like this to become a central point for writers of any description, any nationality, any age and any interest, to get honest advice from an experienced writer. They can leave their questions as comments – and I will answer them.”
I’m excited about this. I have many questions. I also have many things on my to-do list that really should take priority over my writing, at least for the next couple of weeks. This has brought me, as usual, to a stand-still.
I must become employed. At this point, I must become employed at anything that will bring in a regular paycheck. This causes procrastination of a frightening caliber, as my choices are slim, and all of the choices suck. The last time I was in this position I took the first J.O.B. that presented itself, and then languished in retail, getting “broker” by the paycheck for a decade. I don’t want that to happen again. Ever.
Freelance in writing and web development is a more enjoyable and surprisingly possible option, as opportunities are certainly presenting themselves willy-nilly… but it’s not enough, yet, for that “Starvation Prevention” item that’s rather high up on the list.
Dory and Daffy, the only Life Advisers left now, are at odds with each other.
Daffy says, “Get off your ass; take the first paying job you can get, Stupid!”
Dory says, “What a nice day!”
I say, “What about writing?”
Daffy says, “You can write in the off-hours. The fridge is empty. You’re getting stupid. Again.”
Dory says, “Sing with me! Oooooouuuuaaaaaaaaah!”
I say, “I don’t want to sling coffee. I don’t want to sell long-distance packages to screaming people in Florida from a phone-pod in the middle of 500 identical phone-pods…”
Dory says, “Just keep swimming.”
Daffy says, “Get this rock off my foot so I can get a decent swing at the fish.”
Sheikh the Cat says, “Who are you talking to?”
I say, “My advisers. I have to get a paying job.”
Sheikh says, “Are we out of chicken?”
I say, “Not…. yet….”
Sheikh says, “Don’t worry about it. Continue petting. Quack!”
So far, today, Sheikh is winning.
Random Song for the Day: “In a Sentimental Mood” – Billy Joel