I thought that I was going to find a job with a video/media company that needed freelance writing. Instead, I had a sit-down with a man who worked for a group promoting anti-drug education. Interesting how this is hitting me just at the moment when they have finally declared that the - ahem - the "War on Drugs" has failed. Now, I don't mind helping him and his team out. Don't even mind being paid for it. But something about all of this bothers me.
Let me explain: This is not the first time that the prospect of writing as a career has been dangled in front of my dreams. I have had enough experiences with too many fly-by-night publishers, magazine idiot-editors, and general misfits and scribblers with more fantasies than common sense. I am not going to hold out much hope for this one. Especially with how the interview went. We met at a café. He was ten minutes late, badly dressed (why am I always better dressed than all these sartorially-challenged people) and then he wanted to move. Café was too noisy, so we went to an outdoor bistro, which was again too noisy, then we went inside, and had to contend with a very upset baby and her overly-considerate parents. And I now have a stack of papers to read and an article (sample) to write (still not sure what the topic is, besides trying to stroke the ego of the group - name withheld until I think things are clear).
Just let this one work out for me this once. I need to have something to wake up to when I think that there is only teaching on my horizon.
