I don't want to commit to a name before I'm ready.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
My wish
I really wish people who accidentally ask me how work is going or try to pitch a story idea to me would just quietly slink away when I tell them I no longer work for the paper.
Otherwise, you're just prolonging the embarrassment.
P.S. I probably didn't want to write your lame story idea anyway. Fluff stories were the scum of my (former) newspaper world.
This is the blog of a single 25-year-old girl who always dreamed of being a famous author, but might have to just settle for a blog and a byline in the local newspaper.
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