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October 26, 2007

conjunction junction, what’s your function?

Filed under: think — meg @ 10:36 am

I’m a writer.

I’m barely able to say that without giggling at this point, despite the fact that I’ve been professionally employed as a writer since 2005. Well, 2004, really, but I was freelancing at the time, and I don’t know that you could call what I was doing either “professional” or “employed.”

More “poor” and “oh my gosh.”

It seems like such a pretentious title to give myself, because what the heck is a writer? Well, it’s someone who writes.

Do you need to have readers to have the title? Does your writing need to make money to have the title? Do you need to write in a certain place to have the title? Or do you just need to have a pen and a piece of paper? I know plenty of people who “write for themselves” who far outstrip me in terms of writerly skill. They don’t need titles to be good.

In fact, reading blogs by non-employed writers is actually a great way to humble myself, especially when I realize that a lot of dentists and stay-at-home moms and computer programmers could kick my ass at what I do.

But people ask me what I do for a living, and I have to say something, so… yeah.

I don’t think I’m all the writer I should be or could be, though.

I think I should be doing a lot more writing, in different areas, of different types, and for different people. There are a lot of words in my brain yet to tumble out of my fingers onto the screen, and a lot of fresh perspective I know I could bring to different ideas and issues.

I have to start submitting my work to people who can put it places it needs to be. And I have to do that with the knowledge and confidence that I deserve to be read far more than I am right now.

But… whoa.

I’m confident at trivia, at making men over, at standing in front of microphones, in choosing the right melon, and at hugging.

Marketing myself? Not so much.

I believe in my ability. I know I can write. But to stand up and say, I CAN WRITE FOR YOU BETTER THAN THAT OTHER GUY, CHOOSE ME NOW?

That may require the assistance of an anti-inertia bomb… and a full suit of hockey pads to fend off the rejection letters. Because they’ll come, you know. It’s a tough, tough gig.

But I started this journey three years ago without any true experience or understanding of what it would. I left security behind, took the risk and faced all the ups and downs that came with it. And I wouldn’t change that decision.

I just need to find the way to push myself to the next step down the path.

And a bit of inspiration from you.

So:

1. How did you come to choose what you’re doing with your life right now?
2. Have you ever had to motivate yourself to achieve a different kind of success in your work? How did you do it?
3. Do you live to work, or work to live? Why?
4. Do you believe passion is a major ingredient in the work you do?
5. What’s the best career advice you ever received?

And…

1. Do you read often? What do you read?
2. Do you read for pleasure or just information?
3. What engages you in writing?
4. What do you think are the essential elements in “good” writing?

If you choose to answer any of these questions, I’d appreciate it. I think learning from other people is essential, even if you do have to make your own call and kick your own ass in the end.

Thanks!

friday love list: sunglasses on top of your head edition.

Filed under: love, listy — meg @ 9:17 am

(dad and meg a while back. but note the ever-present shades on top of my noggin.)

I’m wearing sunglasses on top of my head. In the fall. In Vancouver. FOR THE THIRD DAY IN A ROW.

AIIIYYYYEEEEE!

If you know me, you know I like wearing sunglasses on top of my head. It keeps my fine, floaty hair from blowing into my face when it’s down, as well as giving me that OH HELLO ARE WE AT THE BEACH? SoCal look that I love, or at least discovered I love once I had the opportunity to wear sunglasses on my head in SoCal.

I would like another opportunity, by the way. I’m just saying. And I’d like it right around now. Just saying.

But I digress.

Writing my love list today is my way of smiling in the face of angst. What angst, you ask? Well, I’m on Day 12 of WHY AM I COUGHING SO MUCH AND WHAT IS THIS SUBSTANCE STUCK IN MY THROAT. And I’m beyond tired of it. It’s becoming an effort to focus on anything, because all I can think is

(I left the sentence above unfinished as a joke to indicate that my brain was blank, and then I got three emails pointing out that I didn’t finish a sentence. How You Know Your Sense of Humour is a Bit Esoteric, by Meg Fowler.)

This love list doesn’t have a particular theme, but I’m thinking I need to do a few theme lists. If you have any suggestions, let me know. How about “Things I Love to Stock a Kitchen With” or “Songs I Love” or “Books, Albums and Movies I Love”? I’ll think on it.

For now, however…

THINGS I LOVE

SUNGLASSES ON TOP OF MY HEAD (did I mention that already?)
My new fluffy boots (I guess I’m a convert. Now do I buy true Uggs? Please to advise.)
Half an hour without a cough
This lotion. HOLY GOODNESS.
Being on the radio. Seriously. Addictive.
The hotness of Paul Bettany
Scrabulous in French!
The hook in “I Got It From My Mama”, which is a tragic song, and no it isn’t on my iPod, of course not
Being no. 3 on Google.com for ‘blatantly hot ass’ (I got it from my mama!)
Unbroken fingernails
The extra dot in my eye (my right eye)
Men in tortoiseshell or horn-rimmed glasses
When the upstairs baby smacks herself in the face trying to blow a kiss
Our Christmas tree goes up in just over a week!
Curry!
Tom Brady
The endless photos all my friends send me of their children in pumpkin patches
Dark, dark jeans
Pashminas!
My plant at work that pokes passers-by in the eye
Singing drives
Hockey Night in Canada WOOO!
My fireplace!
Daily attempts to click my heels in the air like a leprechaun

Now, give me your lists! Focus on the love! Give up the love! LOVE! LOVE!

You know what to do.

October 25, 2007

radio free meg.

Filed under: vancouver, radio radio — meg @ 6:32 pm

On sunshine.

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