New Beginnings.
December 1, 2009I lost my job…
I got a new job…
and a promotion… and a raise…
I hope I never lose my job again, but at the same time… I kinda think it was an amazing opportunity for me!
That being said. I’m now a senior copywriter for a much much much much larger agency, and I’ve been put on a pretty big account, and apparently it’s a very creative team that I’m involved with. So I’m hoping that’s the truth… because I’ve been dying for a creative outlet. I joined that NaNoWriMo thingie, and didn’t really write. Well, I did. But I did so in my own way… I can’t stand writing for quantity and not quality. I’m not judging anyone here, I just really don’t like it for myself. I like to write out things in terms of quantity when I get stuck and have writer’s block… but when I’m trying to compose something that I’d want people to read, I really don’t like to just layer all kinds of crap on a page and hope it all goes together. I like to construct a storyline, lay it out in my mind and then let it purge out onto the paper… I’ll get through a couple of pages and go back and make changes, and tweaks… and that’s why it takes me so long, because those darn little tweaks will inevitably change the overall feel of the piece.
It’s funny. Because it’s the same way in what I do everyday, but in a slightly different way. As I was writing the above, I kept thinking about how when the client changes things, small things, it inevitably affects the way the piece works… not just that, but it also usually changes references and many other things. Soooo instead of taking time to construct a storyline, I’m trying to clean up copy to reflect all of the changes made.
My mom often asks me if I like what I’m doing. I usually respond with “yeah…” it’s a heavy yeah though. I mean, I don’t hate it, but I really just want to do something that’s going to make a bigger difference. Which is why I get home and look at my novel and think to myself… dammit ash, just finish that and get it done! I don’t know if anyone will ever read it… I don’t know if it would ever make the difference I want it to… but I know it’s my only opportunity at the moment to at least try…
So… I’ve made a pact with myself. Once I get everything settled… find a subletter… move into an apartment in NYC… I’m going to finish the novel. For real too. No more of this “i’m done” bull crap… I’m literally going to give myself a deadline, and stick with it.
