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Because of my role on the campus newspaper, I was contacted by a big name consulting firm for their fall on-campus recruiting/interviewing powwow. I was intrigued, and I told my headhunter mama about it. Of course she was thrilled, and encouraged me to send in my resume. Not wanting to ignore this opportunity completely, I decided to do so, just for the hell of it. I don’t have any business background other than the real-life experience of the newspaper, but I do have my good days when I pull off being a “bright young lady.” I don’t even know if I would want to go into business, but that’s another story.

The point of this post is I just spent a good amount of precious Me Time updating my resume. But you know what? I’m not filing this under “Writer’s Block.” I did a helluva job updating that damn file, and it’s pretty impressive looking now, if I do say so myself. I even changed the font.


I’m starting this blog because I am going to write a book. I’m going to finish a book. I’m going to get that book published.

But I have no freakin’ clue how to do that.

I know I love writing. Sometimes I think I’m pretty damn good at it. And once in a while, I think that I have what it takes to write a great novel.

Once in a while, I think I can do it.

But, again, I have no goddamn idea how to go about this. The only thing I know is that I just need to keep writing. So I made this blog. And every day, I am going to get my ass in a chair and write. I’ll write something here, and I’ll try to write something for my book. And when I can’t write something for my book, I’ll write something else for here. The point is that I keep my ass in a chair and keep writing. And maybe, just maybe… I’ll get that damn book out of it.