i hope someday, when i'm writing my biography, i remember to look back and remember this moment as the moment i became a writer. officially.
you'd think it would have been maybe when i wrote my first blog entry. or when i got my first compliment on my writing style. or when i was accepted to be a seattle contributor for culturemob.com. which would therefore make me a published writer. or maybe i should have considered myself a writer when i got my first piece of very public critisism. but no, today i feel like a writer. today, i feel like maybe this could go somewhere.
no, not this blog in particular. i have what, eleven followers, all of which are my friends. and there are WAAAAAY too many blogs out there of an all too similar quality. no, i don't expect this blog to go anywhere.
what i'm talking about is that today i feel like i could turn this little hobby of writing into something. maybe even a career. maybe you're wondering what happened. but then again, since it's only a few close friends reading this, you probably already know what happened. today, i was offered a press pass to cover the friday night line up of capital hill block party. and while this probably isn't as big of a deal as i think it is, it still feels like something.
for the first time in a long time, i'm getting somewhere. or at least it feels like somewhere. somewhere new. somewhere with possibilities. like, for instance, i'm interviewing wednesday to be write about social goings on in seattle for a mobile app. which would pocket me an ever 5hundo a month, not too shabby.
and while these are small somethings... the press pass... the published writing... the editor who seems to find my writing halfway decent... the wednesday interview... there's something special about my somethings i think.
only time will tell, but i figure, even dan rather had to start somewhere. and i bet fictional dan rather was damn excited about his first press pass too.
