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How once woman went from being a SAHM of four to a published freelance science journalist |
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I'm revising this intro after more than 15 years to better reflect my intention When I started this blog in 2004, I was a stay at home mom to two small children, a college graduate with a degree in English and Astrophysics. By 2007, I had four small children, ages newborn, 2, 4, and 6. For several years, Writing.com was how I kept my sanity. This blog began, first as a way of staying connected. Later, when I worked on a novel, I used it to stoke the writing fires as I plotted out short stories and the next step of my novel. Ultimately, I moved my writing preparation to "Invalid Item" In 2010, I became a single mom who had homeschooled her children for several years. I had a 2, 4, 6 and 8 year old and had never had a "real" full time job, since I was married while in college. Everyone told me that I would have to buckle down and take on a "real" job. Instead, I decided to attempt to live my dream: to make it as a writer. I knew that if I didn't try then, I would never really dive in. I counted my money and set a deadline. If I hadn't began making a decent (defined) amount of money after so many months, I would suck it up and get a J-O-B. After some thought, I decided to play to my strengths. I served an internship at Sky & Telescope magazine while in college and enjoyed writing about space and astronomy. With an astrophysics degree, I thought I would be able to sell myself more easily, and a small niche should be easier to penetrate. It's been about ten years since I was first paid for an article on Space.com. In that time, writing - journalism - has been my primary moneymaker. I've often thought about setting up a blog on my website - www.astrowriter.com - but just haven't gotten around to it. There are a few things I would like to share for those who are interested in scientific journalism in general. Now that I'm back on WDC, there's no reason not to combine the two and use the site blog for that sort of interaction. There are certainly plenty of folks on this site interested in the publication process. So while I'll probably meander around some, that's the intention of of this blog: to share some of my struggles as a published journalist and to help answer oft-asked questions. |
| What was the best/worst letter or email you ever received or wrote? Write about the situation surrounding that letter, and why it was so significant. The worst personal letter I ever received was in high school and is very drama-heavy and only emphasizes the fact that I was super emo. It was from a boyfriend, or maybe he was an ex and we were friends, something like that. We were very on-again, off-again because I was very dramatic and super emo, if I didn't mention (we call it 'being a teenager'). Anyway, he was usually very not-emotional, but I had done something stupid and upset him (not, like, I was stupid b/c I upset him but, I screwed up and that caused him to be upset). I don't remember what. Anyway, the result was that I ran from the (high school) senior parking lot crying, into the nearby football field, and tripped, and fell down. I think I didn't actually even try to catch myself when I hit the ground, I was so upset, and maybe that was a good thing. After some time in pain, a trip to the local drive-in ER place and an x-ray revealed that I had fractured my collar bone. Talk about emo. <eyeroll> High school for me was miserable, I was emo and suicidal, having had a difficult childhood. What I can say about that boyfriend - and my other high school sweetheart - is that they both treated me amazingly and I, not believing I deserved to be treated well by anyone, treated them both like shit. Since one of my boyfriends was a football player and a giant teddy bear, by my senior year the entire school hated me. In a totally different emo drama, I also lost two of my closest friends and the third moved away. A third guy friend that I had gone to the prom with junior year after his date dumped him last minute as JUST FRIENDS also got upset with me. In short, I had almost no friends, the whole school hated me (it felt like), my cross country coach got traded out for a lame-ass CC/track coach, I had a nervous breakdown in the principal's office while interviewing him for the school paper, and my surrogate grandfather, who I was very close to, died unexpectedly. I was so ready for college. Okay but now for the best worst rejection letter I ever received, which I think has actually been previously posted on this blog. I might even still have it inbox on Writing.com, it was so bad. After several years on this site, with lots of 5-star pieces and everyone telling me what a great storyteller I was, I wrote up a humorous story, which I'll paste at the end of this post. It was supposed to be ironically funny; it was a contest entry for 'a different kind of copy story', so I wrote about a caveman cop. I sent it to some online ezine that was looking for funny stories. I suppose I should be glad that they even rejected me at all. Oh! I did have it in my folders! It read: "this is a prime example ov tha kind ov shit we do not need. thank you." Verbatim. So really, I was glad to be rejected. Anyway, it was ridiculously and unnecessarily rude, not to mention grammatically ignorant. Definitely the worst rejection letter I've ever received on multiple levels. Anyway, if you're looking for a laugh, here's the story:
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