"You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. You don’t have to maintain an impeccable credit score. Anyone who expects you to do any of those things has no sense of history or economics or science or the arts.
You have to pay your own electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. But that’s all.”
"You need to do the same, dear sweet arrogant beautiful crazy talented tortured rising star glowbug. That you’re so bound up about writing tells me that writing is what you’re here to do. And when people are here to do that, they almost always tell us something we need to hear. I want to know what you have inside you. I want to see the contours of your second beating heart.
So write… Not like a girl. Not like a boy. Write like a motherfucker.”
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I am looking for some dedicated artists to help me launch a new literary magazine in the very near future. Although I can not compensate you, I will definitely be giving you enough work to put on your resume or put in your portfolio. I am looking for people who will be 100% dedicated and in it for the long term. This is a good opportunity for those who want to add some additional projects for their resume and be apart of a project that (I hope!) will take off.
Right now I am looking for:
Assistant Editors: help me with the submissions and editing process of the pieces that will be sent in. You will work with a team to help choose the pieces that will be featured in the final product as well as working on some light editing for the pieces and the website.
Social Media Gurus: help to develop a following for the online zine through Twitter, Facebook and the website. This person will update social media sites regularly and be in charge of developing new social media strategies that will help further our online zine.
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I am a writer. I think. Or whatever.
|"I don’t want to freak you out, but I think I maybe the voice of my generation.|
Well at least the voice of a generation.” - GIRLS
I don’t know what you’ve heard about being a writer, but I’ve come to the conclusion that it can really suck.
Our parents told us not to major in English. Our friends smiled sadly, touched our arm, “What are you going to do with that?” Our fathers pushed us toward masters programs while our mothers tried to be supportive, all the while putting aside spare change for our futures.
We are writers, and we are broke.
Now don’t confuse what I am saying about writing with the success stories - the writers who have made millions writing books about vampire angst or raging middle-aged hormones. No, I am talking about us. You and me. The ones who haven’t made it yet. And we all have the deep-seeded fear that we never will ‘make it.’
We have been pigeonholed by a society that expects very little of us. If we can’t write the next American novel, we are expected to teach, or to sink back into obscurity in our little corner cubicles. All we want to do is write, but we are pushed into other places.
We are writers, and yet we can only be certain kinds of writers. Magazines and newspapers are for the journalism majors. Editing? Did we learn about that in college? Wait, is that an option?
We dream about being Carrie Bradshaw and end up being Hannah Horvath, working at a coffee shop, letting our writing skills whittle away until the only things we can write down are coffee orders.
So we graduate and we are stuck, stuck in our coffee shops or cubicles or our parent’s couches. As aspiring writers we are under prepared. We have overestimated our futures.
As aspiring writers, however, we persevere. We write on coffee shop napkins and scribble down random thoughts during our lunch breaks, because that is what we do. We are writers, and we push on.
Even when it really sucks.
The future is now.
Thinking about my future used to consist of me closing my eyes, imagining an ‘after college’ life that I could only dream of. Living in my apartment or with a significant other outside of Memphis, this place I once hated. Writing, because writing is the end-all, be-all. Writing is what I am. My future would be filled with happiness and love. My future would be perfection because I would be the person I have always wanted to be.
I am not going to New York or California. I am not going to spend my summer huddled in a perfectly-sized apartment by the beach, knocking out the next great American novel. After the end of this week winds down I will be left with palms open to the sky, attempting to catch answers to the extreme multitude of questions I am asking.
I am at a loss of who I am or what I am supposed to be doing. I long to travel and escape, but I also long to stay and wrap myself in the comforts found in my old, familiar life. The world is huge and terrifying, and I am just one person. I am just me, and the future has become the present.
By no means am I disappointed with my life or the decisions I have made. I would never seek to turn back and change anything that I have done. Everything, even my glorious, horrible mistakes, has helped me become the person I am. Or, that is, the person I am becoming. Whoever that is.
This is my life at a crossroads. Finishing college in a few months, either continuing a job or claiming a new one, moving into a new house. In the lack of the structure of University life, I am already feeling antsy.
College defines who we are. I am a college student, I am a sorority girl, I am, I am. Now, as new graduates, we must seek to define ourselves out of college as we are pushed into the future – into a world we thought we knew or think we know. And so we feign our maturity and preparedness, walking wide-eyed into these new, open spaces.