Yes, I’m finally being hired as a writer. A writer, not a reporter, not a journalist but a humble writer.
The job is seemingly unsuitable for me because
a) I don’t have any formal education of journalism or hold a major in English
b) English is not my first language
c) I feel very inferior for being paid as a writer.
So what my job requires me to do:
1) Go for event, function, write a news out of it
2) Come up with a feature story and write about it
3) Anything in between.
Writing now came serve as a different purpose in me. Back then, I mean just few weeks ago it serves as an escape, a way I create my own world that far from my current reality, a source of comfort.
Now, I write for a living, I write because that was I supposed to do, that was I hired to, so I write, even when I don’t feel like writing.
I love my job, yes one month into it, I still love it. Mainly because I still love writing no matter what form of writing. I guess I just don’t have the similar satisfaction after I finish a worth-reading blog entry when I finish an article for my job.
These three blogs, PrettyBeadyLacey, Faithfully Writing and this blog still offer me more satisfactions than my day job. (Although I admit I do sound so bimboish sometimes in my so-called DIY Fashion Blog).
I always wanted to finish a short story. I finished one, years ago, almost being published but I don’t know where it went.
Pray, I’ll finish one. This year.