So, to keep my sanity levels in check, I have decided that I must live under the assumption that I am the norm for young writers. And by norm, I mean unemployed.
Is there some sort of twisty trick to making this unfortunate reality go away? Just disappear? Because currently I am sitting in an apartment that I can barely afford trying to figure out a way to make my job application - out of all of the thousands that these companies are getting - seem worth while. I am one VERY small fish in one VERY large pond.
And by fish I mean amoeba. And by pond I mean ocean.
On one hand, this lets me live a great New York life. I go out of town almost every weekend and I have plenty of time to write for my self. I get to set my own schedule and act as my own boss. And - for the first time - I can get a tan AND work at the same time.
But there comes a point when none of this pays, when my ConEd bill comes and I have to figure out how to dish out the extra cash to support my AC habit. What then?
-E
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