The Perennial Short Shrift

“If you’re a freelance writer and aren’t used to being ignored, neglected, and generally given short shrift, you must not have been in the business very long.”

– Poppy Brite –

In my nine years of working for myself as a writer, this is one thing I know; it’s that the one thing you HAVE to get used to being told no. Actually, wait, no. To wit, a writer is lucky if they receive a, “no.”

I actually like receiving the “Thanks, but no thanks,” email from an editor, because it’s life-affirming proof that they DO read your emails. And what’s more affirming is that something about your email caught their eye just long enough to disinterest them. Oh and when an editor tells you WHY your idea sucks (that’s hyperbole) or that you should pitch some other publication… manna from heaven. It’s the no’s that shape you and the criticism that helps you grow.

That said, get used to being ignored. I’m pretty sure the Internet is a black hole.


Adventures in Freelancing

What is this? Where am I?

Hi. I’m Lindsey. This is my blog on living the accidental, kind of awesome, though sometimes sucky, freelance life. I started this blog about 6 months ago because I thought it would be a good idea to journal what it’s like to be a freelance writer. In neither high school, nor in college, no one tells you what it’s like to work as a writer.

During college — I have briefly flirted with a higher education for nearly a decade now — I grew up with dreams of moving to NYC and becoming a high-fashion, ballsy, mean, childless editrix at some fancy magazine. I was going to be awesome.

However, that didn’t happen.

Dreams were dashed and I needed a real job because you can’t pay the rent with dreams and aspirations.

So I did what most aspiring writers do, I took random jobs in restaurants, until I eventually landed my first real job as an accountant.

Accounting? Yes, that. A bean counting, paper-pushing, coffee-drinking, time card-punching accountant and I hated every last minute of it. I have worked a million jobs in restaurants and hotels and quite frankly, have never experienced anything so soul-crunching as working in room the size of a tuna can, counting money and recording that counted money.

Plus, I was bad at math. I had no idea why they even hired me. I was there for a little over two years before I gave myself the heave-ho. It turns out, I would rather eat beans out of a can and at least attempt to get my dream career back on track, than working a low-rent job just because I had good health insurance.

Here I am, I don’t even KNOW how many years later, finally writing this blog’s first real entry. Along the way I’ve managed to forge something resembling an actual career as a writer, something that amazes the most random people. Yes, I do get to write things…it’s amazing! And even though I’m not where I’d like to be in my career, I am on the way there. It’s not what I set out to do, but I’m having fun for the most part. I realized along the way that while I no longer aspire to be Anna Wintour — she always looks hungry and mad — or Stephanie Meyer — as if! — I wouldn’t mind AJ Jacob’s career. It’s pretty sweet.

What you’ll find here: trials, tribulations, hilarious stories of crappy clients, fun projects, words of aspiration and whatever else I feel like cause it’s my blog and I’ll whine when I want to.