I'm gonna be a thousandaire!

Today, I'm going to be short, but probably not sweet. I had this whole political rant all set to go, but decided that if I have any hope of making it to 30, I should probably let go of all my repressed anger. Usually, ranting is a good release mechanism, but I figure my hysterical comments must be wearing a little thin by now. So while my rants may live on, you will be spared. Instead I'm just going to talk a little about how I think I will manage to eat for the next few months.

You might think having a Master's degree, any Master's degree, would make me a desirable commodity in the job market. You would be wrong (either that or I just give off the impression that I suck). There is a surprising (not really) lack of positions available for someone of my extensive qualifications in today's world. Nobody wants to hire a writer. That's fine, I'm sure I didn't want to work for them anyway. But a guy's gotta eat. So what to do?

It’s simple, go into business for yourself. Okay, so it's not that simple. But you gotta do what you want to do, and that's what I'm doing now: Freelance editing (what a lucrative field!). It's up to me to create my own opportunities. This is the harsh reality that I am facing. No more do I have the warm embrace of academia to prop me up and be my crutch. It's just me (and that's scary), but I like to think maybe I got a shot at doing something. Only one way to find out.