My career, in short: I take off one hat and another one appears, more elaborate than the last. Image from Wikipedia.org.
Who would have thought that simply linking to a controversial post by a former journalist would yield the most hits this modest little blog has ever gotten? Thanks, Allyson Bird. Golly, I didn’t even embark on the autobiographical rant I had brainstormed. It felt a bit too circular: I would have whined at length about whiners.
I’ve done more than my share of whining about my career. As a result, I’m working actively to be fairer and more introspective.
That may also be a result of being exposed to too many annoying 24-year-olds who are upset because they haven’t advanced far enough or quickly enough to suit their Millennial expectations.
At the moment, my work is interesting and challenging (I hope to add “rewarding” to that list shortly), and it’s easy to see how the sum of my experience has contributed to my ability to do it (I hope to add “well” to the end of that phrase someday). Perhaps that’s why I don’t have a lot to talk about lately. I’m still trying to knit the threads of my experience — as an editor, PR hack, web copywriter, book editor and aspiring pulp novelist — into a cohesive whole that brings something new to the table.
I feel a little bit like Bartholomew Cubbins.
