If you know me you know three things. I love people, I love reading, and I love writing. When you put that together you get a journalist-or a copy editor, anchor, reporter, talk show host… you get the point. Well low and behold my non experience having behind has an internship as a writer. Now I do indeed have experience with working, I have been working since 14 and hold not one but two jobs. Alas, my experience ranges from orthopedic care, to retail, child care, and lastly food. None of those particularly being part of my love for writing. Am I proud of myself for getting this internship? I was… I mean, I had gotten it on my own, did my research to find it. It was all me. It was/is also not what I expected. It’s great seeing my work out there and building a portfolio, but it’s not really the experience I expected. I don’t work in a busy news office or a Manhattan skyscraper. I work from within a women’s apartment. I don’t work 9-5 with a lunch break among friends, I work 10-6 often eating alone. I find my own stories and get criticized without a rubric. What I am doing is gaining a portfolio even if my calling isn’t for art. Anyway, check out come of my work why don’t you. I currently have been featured and have written a book review, but as I push through there should be more to come.
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