We write because we must. No sane person chooses this life.
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In case you haven’t noticed, I’ve started writing for The Daily Dot.
I’m utterly stoked about this, since I’ve been a fan for a while and I’ve been itching to write about the Web again.
It has a lot of great writers who are doing a ton of excellent work, and everyone’s been a pleasure to work with. It might only be a couple of days into my tenure there, yet I already know I’m going to love it. I hope to do some great things with the team.
You should like us on Facebook, follow on Twitter, follow on Tumblr and, of course, read our articles.
I have a few other things going on, such as working with a company that hasn’t officially launched yet. Busy days for me, and I’m looking for yet more projects. I must be daft.
2011 was a mixed bag of a year for me. For the most part, things were good. I had a job I liked very much and was good at, enjoyed an excellent week in New York and am now living in a great apartment.
There were a couple of hiccups on the professional front. They were disappointments more than anything, and they were not things I could do anything about, so I can’t be too downbeat. I’m not one to whine and complain though (especially on the Internet), so I’m looking ahead and creating a plan for 2012 and what I want to achieve in the upcoming calendar year.
Since Scribbal came to an end a few weeks ago, I’ve not been writing as much as I had been. I’ve been doing bits and pieces, but after pumping out 8-10 pieces on a daily basis, I’ve kind of taken a break from writing thousands of words per day.
The break actually came at an opportune time: I just moved into a new apartment and I’ve been able to devote lots of time to organising and fixing up the place. Now, I’m absolutely ready to delve back in to writing lots and lots of quality pieces on technology, startups, the Web, film, TV, pop culture and all kinds of other topics.
I want to write for big-name publications and tell the stories that are often left untold, while giving a fresh spin on the ones that may already be known.
There’s a ton of knowledge and skill I can bring to the table. I’m fast, I’m accurate with my facts and I can spel reel gud. I know a ton about technology, gadgets, startups, the Web, entertainment and a bunch of other topics.
That’s why I’m setting my sights on getting work at publications I love, and I’d love to see my byline on. I have the skills. I just want to be given a chance. There are a few seeds that have been sown in that respect, and I’m hoping they’ll bear fruit very soon.
I love writing. I like to think I’m pretty good at it. I’ve grown a lot as a writer over the last year. I’ve learned to write quickly and get my thoughts on the screen without much hesitation, but still tell manage to tell stories rather than having disjointed sentences that don’t flow well. I can add context appropriately and know what tone to write in depending on the subject. We’ve come a long way, baby.
Honestly, I love doing what I do, and want to keep doing it for as long as possible. I hope I can do that with publications I’d be proud to have my name attached to.
P.S. Apologies for quoting Fall Out Boy in my title. It seemed appropriate, somehow.
As much as it pains me to admit it, I’m guilty of having used some of these. Hell, I’ve even used some this week. Shameful.
I have to admit, I’m a little sad.
Through a link posted on Roger Ebert’s Facebook Page (well worth a Like, even if you’re not a film buff), I spent a good chunk of time browsing Pen Machine last night. This is the website of Derek K. Miller, a Canadian who passed away this week at the age of 41 as a result of complications from stage 4 metastatic colorectal cancer. I’m not afraid to admit I got choked up while reading Miller’s last post, as well as several other posts which dealt with the subject of his impending death. Miller’s blog makes for an upsetting read, and it pains me that the only reason I was able to discover his engaging writing was because of his death.Top
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