I’m a writer. And not in the in-my-spare-time, when-I-need-to-use-profanity-privately kind of way. I am a writer in a totally legitimate, business meeting on the fifth floor, “what are your rates?” kind of way.
A few weeks ago I landed my very first freelance writing gig. I am still trying to wrap my head around the fact that someone has offered to pay for my writing. This idea lodged in the recesses of my brain growing up, an abandoned dream when I got …

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I Normally Don’t Curse, But Get the Hell Away from My Chocolate
No, I Didn’t Let My Dad Record My Outgoing Message; That’s My Phone Voice
I’m Sexiest in Pajamas. Someone Should Tell My Husband.
Tales From An Online Student/Stay at Home Napper
How Gilmore Girls Changed My Life and My Vocabulary
My Dog is Cuter Than Your Dog. And Probably Your Kid.
101 Ways to Sarcastically Embellish Anything That Happens to You
Notes From The Underside of the Coffee Maker
Figuring Out What to Do With Your …

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Literally just found out about this: National Novel Writing Month.
50,000 words in a month, knowing full well that with that kind of deadline ”you will be writing a lot of crap.”
But if I crank out 170 pages of crap and 5 decent pages, that’s still 5 pages of a potential novel I didn’t have before, right? Right?! I’m very close to clicking that “Sign Up Now” button…

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I haven’t blogged in awhile because:
a. this is consuming my free time.
b. my computer cord is broken and my husband’s computer freezes if I sneeze or make a sudden movement or think of a word containing the letter “e.”
c. Kanye West stole my computer and told the world that my blogs are ok but Dooce has the greatest blogs of all time. And I was speechless.
d. it took three whole months for my creative well to run dry. The result: multiple …

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It’s hard to be honest about my normal life with some pretty intensely scripted “reality tv” playing in the background, but I’ve given it a shot. The “About” section is now updated. You can tell how much sports has shaped my life by comparing how much I wrote about sports and FSU to how much I wrote about Clayton. It’s a character flaw, and I’m working on it. Thanks again, Tony.

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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about those painfully misguided few months when I was seriously considering being a group exercise instructor. Yes, the spandex-wearing, ponytail-bobbing, beat-counting, “come on girls!”-chanting kind. I was under the impression, thanks to well meaning parents and after-school specials, that I could do anything I put my mind to. After I abandoned my English degree and graduated with B.S. in Exercise Science, I was determined to silence the suspicions that I’d regret making that decision for …

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