in half an hour or so, i'll head across town to pick up my fourth tribeca crew tee. it's nearly film festival time, internets! i fantasized about taking shifts every day for two weeks and retiring with my earnings, but i can only work 32 hours over the course of the whole extravaganza for what i presume are weird-local-income-tax-related reasons. guess i'll have to continue to spend most of my time pitching and writing and running to avoid pitching and writing.
on pitching and writing, i've been wooing new outlets with something like success; i'm in no danger of being able to retire with these earnings, either, but i enjoy visiting slick magazine websites and growling MORE! as evidence of strangers' approval accumulates. it's a little like faux-casually breezing past a dish you've prepared and deposited at a potluck to see if it's being eaten. you take that casserole and you come back for seconds, mister. (i recently made a pretty great casserole, by the way. the broccoli should have gone in raw and it could have used a little cayenne, but i must say, recreating canned cream of mushroom soup at ten times the price is actually rather justified in that context.)
The rest of the world is just getting to read what us lucky few have enjoyed for a while. See, "light," "bushel."
ReplyDeletea piece of mine that went up last week is at 6.2K likes at this point; chump change by most folks' standards, i realize, but GET IT, CASSEROLE!
ReplyDeleteWhat is the piece? Now I want to read it! (or was it the old people working out one? b/c that was lovely and hilarious)
ReplyDeleteR, it's my first piece for the same magazine (you can click on my name to see all the pieces i've done for them). thank you re: the old folks! i was hoping they'd lead with the image i sent them of reapers on treadmills, but one doesn't choose one's headers, sigh.
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