It's just a one-night-a-week-for-four-weeks course in continuing education from a local community college. The homework will be minimal. I won't receive a "grade." The instructor is as "adjunct" as adjunct can be.
But I'm technically going back to school.
Aah, the scent of new pink erasers and unopened mega boxes of crayons with a built-in sharpener. The smooth surface of an unopened Trapper Keeper. The potentially deadly point of a math-class compass, which finds its way onto the school supply list but is only used perhaps one class period per school year.
Well, maybe my class is not that kind of school.
However, this course, or at least its subject matter, could potentially change my life. A 180-degree turn. Completely flipped upside down and inside out.
The course title: "Make a Living as a Freelance Writer."
I have no illusions. This course will not actually -poof- turn me into a publishing phenomenon. It will, though, offer helpful hints, tricks and tips, to get me started. Most of the real work happens not with reading textbooks or sitting in classrooms, but with me - all by my little own self - creating a business plan, developing a Web site, designing business cards and letterhead. And let's not forget the most important work: the freelance writing and editing itself.
I stayed up past 1 a.m. last night (rather, this morning), working on my freelancing scheme. Unfortunately my 6 a.m. wake-up came far too early, beginning yet another day trudging through my current day job in corporate shock-and-awe.
It's time to meet my teacher, make friends with my fellow students, put the 0.5m lead in my mechanical pencil and take copious notes in my college rule spiral-bound book. It's time to advance to the next level.
But I'm technically going back to school.
Aah, the scent of new pink erasers and unopened mega boxes of crayons with a built-in sharpener. The smooth surface of an unopened Trapper Keeper. The potentially deadly point of a math-class compass, which finds its way onto the school supply list but is only used perhaps one class period per school year.
Well, maybe my class is not that kind of school.
However, this course, or at least its subject matter, could potentially change my life. A 180-degree turn. Completely flipped upside down and inside out.
The course title: "Make a Living as a Freelance Writer."
I have no illusions. This course will not actually -poof- turn me into a publishing phenomenon. It will, though, offer helpful hints, tricks and tips, to get me started. Most of the real work happens not with reading textbooks or sitting in classrooms, but with me - all by my little own self - creating a business plan, developing a Web site, designing business cards and letterhead. And let's not forget the most important work: the freelance writing and editing itself.
I stayed up past 1 a.m. last night (rather, this morning), working on my freelancing scheme. Unfortunately my 6 a.m. wake-up came far too early, beginning yet another day trudging through my current day job in corporate shock-and-awe.
It's time to meet my teacher, make friends with my fellow students, put the 0.5m lead in my mechanical pencil and take copious notes in my college rule spiral-bound book. It's time to advance to the next level.
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