When I decided to go back to school and get my MA in Writing, I figured that the actual school process would be the hard part. You know.. study, take the GRE, apply to schools, cross your fingers, get in and get started! Two years, way too much commuting, a few crappy jobs, lame group projects, a thesis and a butt load of other writing later – I have it! My Master's degree. Wow.
While I was going to school, I was really motivated – unstoppable even. But now… I'm stuck. REALLY STUCK.
Have you ever sent out your resume and cover letter – after going over it ten times, making sure it is absolutely perfect, of course – to your dream job? I mean, you would kill for this job? It is perfect in every way and they want to pay you double the normal going rate for the position – and you send it out only to get crickets. I mean, radio silence, they don't care, no response to you what-so-ever. Ok, but have you done it over 100 times?! I have. It sucks. Every single time sucks more than the last. The first cut is NOT the deepest… the most recent one is.
So here I am. 28 years old, married, aspiring writer stuck in a lame job that a monkey could do because nobody feels like taking a chance on me. What do I do? What haven't I already done?
Well, I reassess. I am letting go of my “working as a writer for an awesome publication or publishing house” dream. A hard process, no doubt. I am trying to rethink the workspace and see what I can accomplish in a different venue. The web. I don't know where I am going or where this will lead, but I know I am not alone.
I know women everywhere have had to take the road less traveled to their dreams and I am not giving up so easily. My first step is getting the courage to leave my full time sucky job as a well trained monkey and moving towards what I want to do – write. I don't know how or when I am going to do it, but I think writing it down here is a good start. I have told you all about my giant leap of faith and hopefully you hold me accountable.
Take the leap with me.