>my nitty-gritty report
See, that's where I got the idea that you did copywriting.
I've had my eye on it for a while but my day job doesn't pay nearly enough (that and me buying plane tickets for me and my boyfriend to go see his sister in California-- my first vacation ever on my own dime. Ouch!). If I'm really going to go into the biz, though, i could probably justify it.
Either that, or ask for it for my birthday. It's on my list. (I'll be two dozen in a month! That's a nice round number. Maybe people will buy me presents. Mommy?)
stoli, it's very true: the only time you stop learning things is when you're dead.
(I couldn't find a smiley for dead. Sorry, honestly, i will stop with the smilies when the novelty wears off.)
But my problem is presenting myself fairly. I always think I don't know anything, so I belittle myself. Then I see what other people are doing and think "Hey, I know more than those twits", and I set out to do it. And eventually I become too overconfident, take on something I don't really know, and have to retreat. So it's not easy to classify yourself. Especially not on the Web, where so much knowledge changes so quickly and a whole day can be an eternity. There are so few accredited sources of knowledge, and those that are can often be so out of touch with the shifting realities out there in the real world...
Which is why I figure writing is a good one for me, because at the very least, i have a piece of paper (and a hefty, hefty debt) proving that come what may, i at least have a formal education in it. (B.A. in English/ Creative Writing, U of Rochester, 2002) -- It doesn't mean I know anything, but it means I invested more money than I'm going to make in the next five years in getting a piece of paper with a gold-embossed seal, I spent four whole years sitting in lecture halls, i wrote about 1,300,000 words in papers and projects, I freaking learned Japanese and forgot it all, I pulled not just all-nighters but all-weekers, I actually drank moonshine from a jar, I also actually drank Mountain Dew with Tang powder in it, and so at least if I'm a shyster I'm a somehow-accredited one. (I also wrote a kick*** paper exploring the role of humor in medieval Irish epics, and I wrote half a novel, and I wrote a darn fine essay about alien sex for a class of that title.)
Lots of people don't need that on the Internet. I mostly need it for my own confidence. And that's been something I've been able to fall back on in the brief span I've had it (relatively)-- at the very least, I can write about things!
If only I could write about my troubles as amusingly as this guy
... I'd be all set. (Actually that webpage has been made into a book.)
Ah, well. My personal journal would probably rank very highly for the phrase
"man, today s*cked!" if I didn't have it blocked from spiders. Too bad; glib humor is not for all of us to casually master. Which is why perhaps SEO would be better for me after all.