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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. |
| If you were able to live to the age of 90 and retain either the mind or body of a 30-year-old for the last 60 years of your life, which would you choose? Wow some sort of somberness going on with the prompts the last few days. I would definitely and definitively retain the mind of a 30 year old for the last 60 years, as much as my body is annoying. While I'm not as bad as my parents, who have separately stated that they don't want to continue life with their brains scrambled - my dad actually said he would run his bike into a tree deliberately to avoid it; I told him he'd wind up paralyzed and worse with this luck - I'd definitely like to keep my wits about me. Hopefully this trade-off wouldn't be a monkey-paw thing and my body would just continue to waste away as normal and not be a walking corpse, which is incidentally a good subject for a horror story. One of the things I am looking forward to when I retire is having time to read without stressing about working and all that stuff. It blows my mind that my parents, both of whom used to be avid readers, both no longer have time to read now that they are retired, though they still have time for the boob tube. I have a slew of bookshelves waiting for me to do some long-awaited catch up reading, and I wouldn't be able to deal with that if my mind faded. I also can't imagine how difficult it would be to exist with only scattered memories of my life and the people I love. While physical pain and agony can be pretty brutal, based on what I've seen, I've also known people who have cared for those who forget them. There's also the fact that you are less likely to be able to live on your own if your mind is slipping. I'd rather have nurses to take care of me than force my children to have to support me in my ancient and decrepit years. And I'd rather remember those children, and their children, and hopefully even their children. Your mind contains so much of who you are. I don't think I would be me if I lost it. |