The New Gig

Whew. So THAT may go down as the most unfair post ever in the history of my blog. Sorry about that...getting you all riled up without any details and stuff. Sure did get a burst of comments though. So also the most manipulative post ever.

Where to start? I was asked to lunch by a nice lady named Leanne today. Leanne is a very, very busy woman. She has at least six jobs, including: 1) a weekly column in our daily paper; 2) a blog called "iDiva"on the paper's web site; 3) editor of skirt! Memphis; 4) mom; 5) wife; 6) friend and probably daughter, too, although, while we talked A LOT at lunch, we didn't delve too far into our family trees.

What kindred spirits we are. We talked all over each other for an hour and a half. She's a really amazing woman who has worked in publishing in NY, as a freelance writer in Chicago, a columnist in Memphis and now a magazine editor too. She's really inspiring because she's just made so many things happen for herself and taken chances and gotten dirty. Which I never do. But plan to. Someday.

So obviously the woman has an awful lot on her plate. Which is a terrible expression, really, because at lunch, all she had was a salad. I, on the other hand, ordered a grilled cheese sandwich and didn't even eat the crusts, so I'm pretty sure she thought she was having lunch with a 4-year-old. At any rate, she's looking for someone to help keep up the blog.

She said that she's been covertly reading several local bloggers for months but I think the real reason she asked me is because a mutal friend (also in the news business here) recommended me. She was extremely complimentary of my talents (she called me edgy!!!1!!) which was so flattering and also? So nice to hear. Which is maybe what "flattering" means. Or not. I should probably look that up before trying my hand at BLOGGING FOR MONEY AND REALS.

So I'm going to be posting there three or four times a week which holy shit what the hell am I ever going to find to write about??? I hope that you'll follow me over there to read occasionally. I'll try not to repeat myself and also, of course, to not abandon you and leave this blog to wither up and dry just like every potted plant I've ever owned.

I'm not quitting my job or anything. It's not a pay-your-mortgage kind of gig. It's more like a if-you-were-to-lose-your-job-you'd-be-living-on-the-streets-but-at-least-you-could-keep-your-mercedes-convertible gig. Which ROCKS.