I might have been
—listening to a baseball game on the radio late at night in the late 1950s;
—a college dropout living in a commune in Washington, D.C.;
—riding in a car late at night through Pennsylvania to visit my boyfriend in New York City;
—a new assistant editor after my boss died, and I was unable to write a rejection letter unless I pretended to be my own secretary (because I didn’t have one);
—a free-lance part-time copy editor at one of my favorite publications, “The Village Voice”; then full-time staff; then copy chief;
—a free-lance part-time copy editor at “Publishers Weekly”; then full-time staff; then managing editor;
—co-founder of the Network of East-West Women, an organization supporting women activists in the newly non-communist countries of Eastern Europe;
—a member of multiple writing communities, including this one.
(I got this idea from Heidi's Musings, and just what I needed for a late-night post.)
I’m participating in the 14th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two Writing Teachers. This is day 10 of the 31-day challenge. It’s not too late to make space for daily writing in a community that is encouraging, enthusiastic, and eager to read what you have to slice about. Join in!