It is not lost on me that last October I was just starting to get my writing career off the ground and now I am a reporter with Wired.com. It’s barely been one year since I received my Bachelor’s Degree.
To me, that’s crazy and amazing all at the same time. It’s not my intention to gloat, I’m just immensely proud of how far I’ve come. And to my lovely high school English teach Mrs. Probst, thank you for your inspiring words that led me down the path to becoming a writer. I wouldn’t be here without her.
What a huge difference nine months make, but I still have so much to learn.
Over the past few months I have embarked on the journey to become a freelance writer. I had a full time paid internship during the day and at night I would write. You can see some of my work in my “Professional Work” section to get idea of what I’ve been doing, but mostly I’ve been taking gigs here and there, along with a standing gig at PCWorld, writing Android app reviews.
Starting next week, I transition into a full time freelancer. I have to admit I am nervous and a little scared. Questions dance around my mind when I try to fall asleep: will I make enough money to pay my bills? Will I go nuts always working from home? Can I make it as a freelancer and emerge will a great portfolio that will hopefully land me a more permanent job?
While I don’t know the answers to any of these questions, it hasn’t deterred me from giving this a shot. After all, I have wanted to be a writer for some time now and this is my chance to really chase that dream. This is the best time in my life to be a freelancer; I am young, unmarried, and don’t have kids. My only vital responsibilities right now are to take care of myself, pay my bills, and be a good girlfriend. What better time then to try to work as a writer?
I was talking with a close friend the other night, a girl I went to high school with. When I told her that I was going to write full time she was so happy and excited for me, remembering the times when we were younger and I said that I was going be a writer someday. She told me that she was proud of me for going after my dream and making it a reality. It helped me see that I had accomplished a lot and that I still have a lot to accomplish.
So, how will I fend for myself as a freelancer? I guess I will have to wait and see. There is so much to think about; taxes, health insurance, time management, which can be daunting. This feels like a part of life that I will just have to figure out as I go along. As I go, I’ll post my experiences and (hopefully) tips that I learned along the way. If you have any advice, leave it in the comment section–I will be grateful!
As a child, I didn’t have a particular interest in writing. Science, biology, and astronomy interested me and I fully intended at the ripe old age of 7 to become a marine biologist/oceanographer/astronomer. Yes, I wanted to be all three. Part of me still does (see my Space Shuttle post).
Writing didn’t really cross my mind until I was about 13, when a teacher told me I couldn’t write.
At little back story is necessary here: When I was eleven I moved to Arizona, which uses the Arizona’s Instrument to Measure Standards (AIMS) test as middle school and high school exit exams. Most students are taught all about this test throughout elementary school. There is a specific writing style required for the AIMS test, a style I’d never encountered (and never seen again) and had a lot of difficulty learning. My fellow students had known it for years and I had to learn it in a short amount of time. As I struggled to grasp this writing style, my rude teacher didn’t bother to help me and instead told me point-blank, “You cannot write” as she handed my F papers.
As I entered high school, I had accepted what my teacher had said as the truth; that I couldn’t write. Luckily, I was met with two great teachers who thought differently. In my sophomore year, I had a teacher who inspired me to write and recognized that I had some talent. Thanks to her, I decided that I wanted to become a writer.
That’s why I want to be a writer. The reason I think I should be a writer is because I have a constant monologue in my head. I am always thinking about how I would write about an experience, or how I would put into words how I’m feeling. Seriously, what I am writing now was thought up as I was walking home from work. I also love grammar, vocabulary, and writing. Yes, I make mistakes sometimes (nobody’s perfect) and yes I still have a lot to learn, but I know that writing makes me happy.
So unfortunately, I had to leave my internship due to a lack of funding. I don’t blame my company; they are a start-up trying to make their business work and costs needed to be cut. I am extremely grateful for the opportunity I was given because it helped establish my portfolio and expand my skills. I learned so much about social media and added skills to my resume that I didn’t even know existed.
So whats the moral of this story? I am a writer for hire! So hire me! Links to my professional and academic work are under the professional work tab and my resume has its own section too. If you like what you see, email or call me!