Yesterday, I gave you the cocktail party version. The one I’d tell to my friends or acquaintances, or to a bunch of other English majors or art students.
But, so what? I forgot that this is also a marketing spiel. I’m no salesperson, but I need to write this version too.
I’ve been away from work for five years now, raising my kids. I’m ready to return. Not because I have to, because I want to. I won’t squander this opportunity, and believe me when I tell you that this IS an opportunity. I’m not going to waste it by handing you a boring piece of paper with a gaping hole in it. I’m going to fill you in on the details, in full color. I’ll show you that what I’ve been paid to do is only a shadow of what I’m capable of. I’ll demonstrate the skills I’ve picked up as a mom.
I want this blog to become my resume. It will be my writing portfolio. I’m going to give you my words, and I want to collaborate. In my imagination, it’s awesome. This is starting as a conversation. I hope that it will lead to a book deal, a creative writing job, or both. I want to get paid to do what I love.