So this year I sent out a bunch of applications to write at a bunch of different places, and I didn’t get those jobs. I even sent one out a couple weeks ago.
I can feel your concern. Trevor, you’re thinking. What the fuck are you about to do? What bridge are you about to permanently burn because of your entitlement?
Listen, I’ve read those blogs too. I have cringed super hard at people’s written and verbal Internet tantrums so many times while Online that I could basically recite them by heart. But this isn’t one of those posts, I promise. Because I turned in kind of a bummer of a resumé with sooooort of a weird cover letter, and it’s made me think about how little actual writing I’ve done this year.
I used to be a fairly prolific writer, but the last couple of years have been pretty light. I need to change that, and there are examples I can follow. I’ve got a friend, for example, who has set some specific, concrete writing goals for themselves: write X number of words over Y number of days, some of those words can be to friends, and other words for their personal projects.
I don’t know how well that would work for myself. I think I’m going to simply write one thing every day for a year. I have some ideas, and I need to separate the good ones from the bad.
Basically, I need to start over.
Hopefully, when I submit my resume/cover letter/clips in the future, I have a little bit more to show off.
Also, damn I feel rusty.