Written Right: a writer's guide to more than writing

Who? Me, for one. The thing is, this whole being in the office and doing work on a National Holiday is supposed to be a secret. The well-known Women's magazine I work for would NEVER make their employees come into the office and help one of the bigshot editors navigate between dinner with her husband and children and dinner with her lover, right? Of course not.

Can you believe I'm being pulled into this? I brought my laptop and I site here writing in my blog, leaching a wireless connection from the next office over. (They really should get a firewall). I'm taking almost every precaution to make sure my insipid employers do not know I'm not buckling down and doing a little copyediting while I field my boss's cellphone. But, I have to wonder if I don't really just want to get caught. We've all read about the bloggers who lose their fabulous jobs in NYC publishing due to blog entries.

Anyway, the premise is that there is some copy that needs edited. Today. Now. On Thanksgiving. It cannot wait. Conveniently, my boss also drops the little bombshell about me babysitting her cellphone while she jaunts off to play hide the gherkin with her lover in some high-priced hotel. Her husband thinks she is picking up wine that she can only find way downtown. So, she must have told him it will take a while.

I stayed in the city for THIS?

This has got to be the single most insipid day of my year. I wish I were a member of the Polar Bear Club because a dip in frigid waters might be just the trick to shock me out of me selfish, annoying, whining, selfish annoying self.

I took the plunge, so to speak (Polar Bear Club aside) and decided to supplement my freelance work with an editing job at a really very well-known ladies' magazine. This is a magazine I am sure you have read and also lied about actually having read. I will not divulge the name, because I have heard about too many actual people getting fired for blogging about their real-life sucky jobs.

I have not started this job yet. Monday is the big day. Last night I "celebrated". I called this guy in my building that I have been trying to talk myself into asking out for about 6 months now. I've put him on this amazing pedestal and made him into Brad Pitt with brains.... and better skin... and no weird adoption fixation.

Let's just say the night went like this:

Any-night-when-you-have-expectations-therefore-it-never-pans-out-and-life-ends-up-really-really-sucking.

Actually, Last Night will remain. Un. Divulged.

God, that sounds hard and painful. I'm pouring one more cup of hot chocolate and watching "Just One of the Guys" one more time before switching out the self-effacing light and sucking it up.

Monday will be a whole new world. Yes? Maybe I will actually get back to the regulalry scheduled programming and get you some tasty writing tips to go with this jolly little blog.

This blog used to be called Written Right: a writer's guide. I have not updated in about a year now and here I am tonight, finding my way back to the blogging fold. And, I see that although my intentions were excellent, I am not interested in simply writing about writing.

So, the title is new. A writer's guide to life. Two more words and the whole meaning changes. So, this writer will not only write about about writing, but about living the life of a writer. Things should get a lot more interesting now :)