I mentioned getting ahead of myself in my last post, but I really had no idea.
Yesterday I was officially awarded a project editing an "e-book."
Ya. I know.
So I didn't really know anything about editing three or four days ago, but for some reason I decided that surely I could do it. I took a few tests to see where I stood with my grammar and sentence structure nowadays, and scored surprisingly high. So, "What the hell?" I thought.
Now its today and I'm googling "the responsibilities of an editor."
Ya. I know.
But I've learned a surprising amount of information, and I'm still as ambitious as ever so I'm going to take the job. It pays a hell of a lot better than that crap job I had last week, and I actually feel like I'm putting a God-given talent in its proper place, so I'm actually pretty excited. That's an understatement. I couldn't even sleep last night, I was so stoked.
So apparently, I'm going to be doing something between "hard editing," and "copy editing." Copy editing is just a step above proofreading, while hard editing involves rewriting, reorganizing, making structural changes, suggesting rewording, etc. I told you I learned a lot. I got the manuscript today, burned it to a CD, took it to Staples and had it printed out and put in a binder. I know I sound like the biggest dork alive, but I can't stare at a computer screen for hours.
Anyway, this really feels like a "dear diary" post. I hate those kinds of things. Thanks for reading, though. Next time I'll say something truly profound, I swear.
Until then.
Shalom.
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20080308
fifty dollars worth of glory
Today I completed my first paid writing assignment.
It feels a little strange, like I've taken the first step into a desire that has lingered for years in the back of my mind. It was in a place named "Unrealistic" and "Impossible." Granted, I didn't get paid much, and the work was near drudgery with absolutely no literary value, but it still feels like a step forward. And honestly, that's what I live for. Forward motion. Taking the potential and transferring to kinetic. It's invigorating and exciting. It's a rush. But mostly I just want more. Oh believe me, I plan on celebrating a little tonight, but the last thing I want to do is bask in this so long that I don't take the next step -- whatever that step is.
So, I guess my goal is to start writing something that is worthwhile. I have a few ideas for some online publications. I hope that if I gain a little rapport with them then I will soon be able to sell some articles for their physical publications. Wow. Am I getting ahead of myself?
Maybe...
Regardless, I'm going to bask in my fifty dollars worth of glory and maybe have a beer...
It feels a little strange, like I've taken the first step into a desire that has lingered for years in the back of my mind. It was in a place named "Unrealistic" and "Impossible." Granted, I didn't get paid much, and the work was near drudgery with absolutely no literary value, but it still feels like a step forward. And honestly, that's what I live for. Forward motion. Taking the potential and transferring to kinetic. It's invigorating and exciting. It's a rush. But mostly I just want more. Oh believe me, I plan on celebrating a little tonight, but the last thing I want to do is bask in this so long that I don't take the next step -- whatever that step is.
So, I guess my goal is to start writing something that is worthwhile. I have a few ideas for some online publications. I hope that if I gain a little rapport with them then I will soon be able to sell some articles for their physical publications. Wow. Am I getting ahead of myself?
Maybe...
Regardless, I'm going to bask in my fifty dollars worth of glory and maybe have a beer...
20080219
right now
I write a lot of things here that verge on, "vague," or even, "cryptic." I think this time it might be refreshing to write something free from the haze of ambiguity. So, how 'bout an update?
I recently moved from Nashville, TN to Salem, OR. I'm sure the first thing in your head is, "why?" and then the second must be, "I'm sure it's for a girl." If that's what you thought... well... you're entirely correct.
I am engaged to a beautiful west-coast woman. I am living with her parents at the moment, which I'm sure sounds like it must be a nightmare. Surprisingly, it isn't. In fact, it couldn't be a more pleasant arrangement. Their generosity and grace are perhaps their strongest qualities.
I don't have a job yet; I also am lacking a vehicle. I should probably be overwhelmed. I'm not, though. Well, not all the time at least. I am more just excited to see how things pan out.
I'm also trying to establish myself as a person apart from my fiancee. As proud as I am to be associated with her, I don't only want to be "Aly's fiance" in the minds of others. What I'm really praying for are even just a couple solid relationships with people my age. I'd prefer guys (I already get my fair share or estrogen), and I'd love someone I could play music with.
Aly and I met with her pastor last Thursday to see if he'd perform the ceremony. He is, and he will also be offering us per-marital counseling for the next few months. Oddly, I'm really excited about it. I know it's probably going to be something that is more difficult than it sounds, but I also really feel good about having someone with an outside perspective offering advice an input into our relationship and the inevitable challenges we'll face adjusting to incessant togetherness. He gave us a book with matching workbooks to begin on called, "Saving Your Marriage Before it Starts." Even the first chapter has been seriously eye-opening. It's a bit of a buzz-kill, but it is really giving me, I think, more realistic expectations for Aly as a person, and for our relationship in the future.
About a week ago we visited the location for the wedding. It is about 30 miles South of Salem in between the more rural communities of Albany and Corvallis. We turned off the highway and towards what seemed like a road curving into nothingness - just fields and their accompanying farm houses almost disappearing into the distance before being stopped abruptly at the foot of the Cascades. After not more than 5 minutes we pulled into a driveway next to a small house. This isn't a commercial wedding site. It's more like a word-of-mouth location. A small old lady with less than perfect hearing lives on the land, which is comprised mostly of intricate gardens. She must spend all of her time tending to them; thats what she was doing when we pulled in, anyway.
We walked on a footbridge over a rushing stream, and Aly showed me around, describing how she is picturing everything. Occasionally she would glance at me with a hopeful and inquiring look, as if to ask, "Do you like it?" I did. It felt like Narnia. The grass was a deep green. Cows lulled in the mid-ground. In the distance snow-caped mountains completed the picturesque setting. It was truly surreal. Now, having no plan B, let us all pray it does not rain in Salem - or how about anywhere in Oregon, to be safe - on July 7, 2008.
Until then, however, I need to catch up on some sleep. And get a job. And a car. And save some money. And help plan a wedding (kinda). And plan a honeymoon. And THAT (pause for emphasis) is about all that is going on right now.
I recently moved from Nashville, TN to Salem, OR. I'm sure the first thing in your head is, "why?" and then the second must be, "I'm sure it's for a girl." If that's what you thought... well... you're entirely correct.
I am engaged to a beautiful west-coast woman. I am living with her parents at the moment, which I'm sure sounds like it must be a nightmare. Surprisingly, it isn't. In fact, it couldn't be a more pleasant arrangement. Their generosity and grace are perhaps their strongest qualities.
I don't have a job yet; I also am lacking a vehicle. I should probably be overwhelmed. I'm not, though. Well, not all the time at least. I am more just excited to see how things pan out.
I'm also trying to establish myself as a person apart from my fiancee. As proud as I am to be associated with her, I don't only want to be "Aly's fiance" in the minds of others. What I'm really praying for are even just a couple solid relationships with people my age. I'd prefer guys (I already get my fair share or estrogen), and I'd love someone I could play music with.
Aly and I met with her pastor last Thursday to see if he'd perform the ceremony. He is, and he will also be offering us per-marital counseling for the next few months. Oddly, I'm really excited about it. I know it's probably going to be something that is more difficult than it sounds, but I also really feel good about having someone with an outside perspective offering advice an input into our relationship and the inevitable challenges we'll face adjusting to incessant togetherness. He gave us a book with matching workbooks to begin on called, "Saving Your Marriage Before it Starts." Even the first chapter has been seriously eye-opening. It's a bit of a buzz-kill, but it is really giving me, I think, more realistic expectations for Aly as a person, and for our relationship in the future.
About a week ago we visited the location for the wedding. It is about 30 miles South of Salem in between the more rural communities of Albany and Corvallis. We turned off the highway and towards what seemed like a road curving into nothingness - just fields and their accompanying farm houses almost disappearing into the distance before being stopped abruptly at the foot of the Cascades. After not more than 5 minutes we pulled into a driveway next to a small house. This isn't a commercial wedding site. It's more like a word-of-mouth location. A small old lady with less than perfect hearing lives on the land, which is comprised mostly of intricate gardens. She must spend all of her time tending to them; thats what she was doing when we pulled in, anyway.
We walked on a footbridge over a rushing stream, and Aly showed me around, describing how she is picturing everything. Occasionally she would glance at me with a hopeful and inquiring look, as if to ask, "Do you like it?" I did. It felt like Narnia. The grass was a deep green. Cows lulled in the mid-ground. In the distance snow-caped mountains completed the picturesque setting. It was truly surreal. Now, having no plan B, let us all pray it does not rain in Salem - or how about anywhere in Oregon, to be safe - on July 7, 2008.
Until then, however, I need to catch up on some sleep. And get a job. And a car. And save some money. And help plan a wedding (kinda). And plan a honeymoon. And THAT (pause for emphasis) is about all that is going on right now.
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