15 months & counting

Fifteen months: That’s how long I’ve been freelance now, how long it’s been since I swam onto a packed subway every morning to greet the same coworkers, to make a consistent title with the same fuzzily outlined audience in mind. The world feels bigger now, brimming and frenetic, and the freelance life is one I’ve grown to love. I’ve traveled the world, finished a crummy first draft of a mystery novel, and written about so many things for so many outlets: Snapchat and fitness trackers and fetal tissue donation and “emotionally unavailable” men and almost-addiction and so many other things. The world is so interesting, isn’t it, when you stop to think about it? That’s what freelance-writing is: perpetual wonder, with the background software running to determine how to capture it, how to capitalize on it.

All that prolificness hasn’t translated to new posts, obviously. But I do keep my Clips and Resume sections more or less up to date. Thanks for checking up on me!