Workplace
When I don't want to write
This is not a how-to article. In Those articles, the writer defines a problem and then provides a series of steps to solve the problem. I have a recurring problem. The issue for me is my resistance to writing, an overall feeling of dread and heaviness every time I sit down and try to transform a nebulous idea into printable prose. There is a reluctance to begin the process and a hesitancy to follow through on what I think are the vague ideas and notions I have of what I want to write about. I want to write, but I don’t want the burden of what, for me, is the slow, laborious process of wrangling words into a readable shape. I drag my feet, I procrastinate, I dawdle; knowing that this avoidance is a waste of time. Also, it delays the satisfying feeling of finishing a piece of writing. Dorothy Parker once quipped, “I hate writing, I love having written”. Amen.
By Carol Driscoll4 years ago in Confessions
Don't Bring Home Any Whores!
As a rideshare driver, one of the most common questions I get asked is "What is the most interesting passenger you've ever had?" or perhaps "Tell me a story of the craziest rider you've had." Over my time as a driver, this list has grown and grown and grown, and I'd often joke that one day I'd make a book of these stories to which the response usually consisted of a gasp and a "You should!"
By L A4 years ago in Confessions
Wrong Hotel
As a rideshare driver, one of the most common questions I get asked is "What is the most interesting passenger you've ever had?" or perhaps "Tell me a story of the craziest rider you've had." Over my time as a driver, this list has grown and grown and grown, and I'd often joke that one day I'd make a book of these stories to which the response usually consisted of a gasp and a "You should!"
By L A4 years ago in Confessions
Last Stages of Editing. Top Story - June 2022.
Normally, I don't stay up late. By 10:00pm my phone screen is black and I've given into the first wave of melatonin. I do most of my writing during the day, under the eye-straining light of my office at work. I read over the first draft, drawing small triangles, hearts, and squares between sentences in my efforts to cleanly refer to little edits I've put in the footnotes of the paper. I read over the filled pages of my journal or printer paper and smile. Sentences build into paragraphs. Paragraphs become chapters. Chapters form a rough skeleton of a hopeful novel. I'm excited. It already has a title. I'm certain that it's my best work yet.
By Darby S. Fisher4 years ago in Confessions
the reality of child modeling... 🌇
I got a few comments the other day on a YouTube video that I posted. The video was of our work week in NYC. Staying in a beautiful hotel on Roosevelt Island. Back-to-back photoshoots with amazing, inclusive brands. I was so proud editing the clips together to share with who wanted to see a sneak peak into our life. I loved that video and will cherish the memories that we are documenting forever.
By EMandKids | AmazingAbigailGrace4 years ago in Confessions
What Do Most People Regret At The End Of Their Life?. Top Story - June 2022.
We crucify ourselves between two thieves: regret for yesterday and fear of tomorrow. Fulton Oursler I have been fortunate enough to work with some amazing people in my career. I don’t mean nurses; I am referring to my patients.
By sara burdick4 years ago in Confessions
I Reached Out To A Former Colleague Who I Had Not Gotten Along With
Four months after leaving my previous job as a content writer at an agency, for the first time, I texted my former colleague (let's call her Amy) who I did not have a great rapport with, because of a random post.
By Chau Trieu4 years ago in Confessions
My Car Got Stolen
It can't be a pleasant experience to have one's car stolen. That moment when you go out to get in your car to go to work or the store and realize...it's just not there. We take whatever precautions we can. We park where there's security, lock the doors, maybe have an anti-theft device or put our cars in a locked garage. Whatever it is, we put money into our cars and certainly don't want them stolen. At least, most of us take precautions to not have our cars stolen.
By L A4 years ago in Confessions
Wedding
I love weddings. At least, I think I do. I think I went to one as a kid but I can't recall. Maybe it was all in my head. I've seen enough of them in movies, though, and seen people posting photos and videos of them all over social media so I think I'd love them if I ever attended one. The season was early spring, and where I live, that means still having snow storms, crappy weather, rain every other day that turns into ice overnight, constant overcasts, and "out of the blue" storms out to ruin everything right up next to their buddy freezing gusts of wind. Despite this, the coronavirus had forced everybody indoors for too long and ruined too many people's plans for weddings and other ceremonies. They just weren't having it anymore, and as soon as some of the social restrictions were lifted, people were grabbing whatever venue they could possibly get, not caring what the weather said otherwise.
By L A4 years ago in Confessions
Come Help Me Vote
As a driver, I can usually tell what sort of passengers I'm going to get simply by my surroundings. The time frame, the city, the day of the week, any events going on, and even the weather will determine my passenger base. At the point of this story, it was around election time. Tensions were high, and I got a lot of very vocal political customers. Personally, I don't talk politics with others, especially not strangers. It's just a bear trap waiting to snap. I'll nod my head once in a while, give a "Oh, I see" general comment, and if they ask if I agree, I give a vague "It's wonderful that everybody is entitled to their opinion and thoughts." It gives people the sense that I agree with them (whether I do or not for I say the same thing no matter their political view), while still remaining in an upbeat tone. During this time, everybody felt the need to argue their points to their rideshare driver for whatever reason. I didn't mind as long as it didn't get nasty (although sometimes it did with passengers even threatening to kill or do harm to the "other party" which is why I always kept my opinion to myself).
By L A4 years ago in Confessions
Acapella
It was a weekend evening, not too late but just late enough that people were mostly already out wherever they were going to have fun that weekend and a few of the more early-retiring party-goers were already calling it a night and heading home. I was working late to try to make a bit more income, especially since I was mostly sticking around safer cities and areas, although that didn't stop the flood of pot-smelling, foul-mouthed, drunkards who continually forgot where their own homes were from getting into my car and falling asleep during the seven minute ride back to their place.
By L A4 years ago in Confessions
