David Mamet, in an interview, said that "the reason there are a lot of novels about How Mean My Mother Was To Me and all that shit is because the writers may have learned something called
technique, but they neglected to have a life. What the fuck are they gonna write about?"
In the same article, interviewer Alex Pappademas said that "the romantic ideal of the writer has been replaced by images of the sadsack content providers, hunched over their laptops at the corner coffehouse."
If this is the zeitgeist, then we are fucked. Please don't let it be so.
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So, a year.
Was associate producer, managing editor, editor-in-chief and now media relations. Funny how things work out.
A year ago, when publishing called, i thought it would be a great opportunity to finally belong to the 'big league', so to speak. And it was. Well, it was the right opportunity that came at a right time. While I was there, I slowly realized that it was just a pit stop. I knew once I got my bearing--changed my tires, checked the engine--I'd be roaring my way into something greater.
I never expected to find myself working in the government. But then again, if I were working with someone other than my principal, I won't even give it a moment's consideration. I have high hopes for the future. I will definitely do my part in getting him where he needs to go.
Looking back, what I do now seems like a natural progression. My principal even has close ties to the music and entertainment scene. I can't help but smile at how everything has worked out so far. Like I said, I have high hopes for the future. I have a definite plan for the coming months, even the coming year. I know things will pan out. I'm sure of it.
I can feel it.
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