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...
