Today I am at home sick with various diseases. I spent much of the morning lying in bed weighed down by cats and moaning, until I got thirsty enough to haul myself up out of bed to Do Something About It. I then promptly went back to bed and read Wiki entries about death and mutilation interspersed with sending snarky emails to work about clients being rude to my team. My team may only have one other person on it and really isn’t my team at all, but damnit I am fierce and mean when people are rude to my minions. Plus, I’ve been reading violent things all morning. You best step off while you still can, horrible client. I am watching you and making vague passive-aggressive threats on the internet.

This afternoon I was struck hard by a bought of both the coughs and some creativity. I stumbled upon an online application for a site looking for writers with wit, passion, and a hatred for wearing pants. I am at least one of those three things, so I thought I’d give it a shot. I don’t really know why – I’ve applied for positions like this before only to be met with a raised eyebrow and an uncomfortable cough. The majority of my “talent” appears to be in my own head, which, while definitely large enough to house ALL my misguided self-love, is often stark and lonely with a wicked echo. Maybe it’s time to seek love and acceptance – or more likely, disdain and rejection – from another venue, I thought. So, I applied. They wanted a short bio and three sample posts of what I would write about. I provided blurbs, because I have an extreme tendency to ramble and didn’t think they’d want to read a 70000-word dissertation on why Counter-Strike sucks.

I don’t expect much to come from it, mostly because I suck at words. Hell, after pressing submit the website even says “don’t call us, we’ll call you”. I’m sure that’s not a personal dismissal of my writing “style”, but I also don’t intend to wait by the internet phone. It was just fun to try and stretch my word wings and see what I could come up with, is all.

I’m toying with the idea of putting my samples online for feedback. It’s already said and done what with the pressing submit and my words going away, but at least if I don’t hear anything from the applicant reviewers I can still get feedback from my Army of Seven. I need validation! Tell me you love me! Tell me I can write at least a little bit! Tell me I have a talent other than drinking Diet Coke and being really good at computer Scrabble! VALIDATE ME!

Okay, I’m kidding*. Still, sometimes it’s nice to get feedback.

*: technically not kidding