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How Do I Write This?

Since Thursday, I have been trying to figure out the best way to write this entry.
I have spent the last 3 days calling all the important people, drinking copious amounts of alcohol and sleeping away the stress.

I have come up with various scenarios, cute jokesy blog entries, long sappy ones, metaphorical far-too-deep ones, even short and sweet ones.

It seems I have been trying to think about it for so long that I have thought my way out of actually writing anything clever.

What I can say is: Be picky. Don't settle. Follow the little voice in your head. Go with your gut. Really believe it. Believe in yourself.

About a year ago, I decided I wanted to work in the book industry. I didn't care in what capacity. Writer. Marketer. Editor. Event Admin Assistant.

If I had been given them all on a platter and asked to choose, it would have been marketing because then I could have the best of both worlds. Continue doing the marketing tasks I enjoy - event planning, web content, social networking - while also surrounding myself with people who love books.

I also wanted to do this in Belfast. Something about this city sucked me in and hasn't really let go for over a year and a half.

It was very specific and I can't tell you how many times I was told to broaden my horizons a bit.
But what did I have to lose? I had already given everything up to come across the ocean, not to simply figure out what I wanted to do but to start doing what I really really wanted to do.

It's still very surreal but it happened.

As of Monday, I will be the publicist for a publishing company.

I'm still waiting for someone to pinch me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
OMG, congratulations!!! It must be soooo great landing your dream job. I'm totally happy for you! *happy dance*

"It seems I have been trying to think about it for so long that I have thought my way out of actually writing anything clever."

I SO could relate to this part of your post. It cracked me up! *lol* Thanks for the read. And congratulations again. :o)

-babygirl
http://mysliceofpieinthesky.blogspot.com/
Thanks babygirl!

still trying to find the words to write again ha ha!
Feisty said…
Wow! That rocks. I know I'm late in the game, here, but I am really happy for you!

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