My Creative Writerly Phone Sex Operator Interview

"Poetry is my passion and has been for a very Iong time. My college degree is in creative writing, was especially attuned to poetry, and I had a fun and enjoyable college experience. After that, I was already feeling resigned to the fact that I was going to have to secure a relatively meaningless and dinky doo day job in order to pay my bills. I seemed to have some sordid glamour in the notion of sleazy or seedy or alternative day jobs. Day jobs of which one's mother might disapprove. My friends and I would sit around and chat about questionable job options that might earn us some strange type of oddball street creds and would not require us to remove our body piercings or normalize our vibrant hair colors or otherwise compromise our sense of self. One girl was fond of talking about how if only she had bigger boobs, she'd shake 'em in a strip club (as if large breasts are a requirement in such an arena)--and one boy would wax poetic about the various delightful implements he'd have the chance to pilfer if he was employed in a hospital environment (to this day, I believe he has collections of catheters and speculums, plus he is now a nurse). As for me, the obvious choice seemed to be phone sex."


That's just a little tidbit. Read my whole article by clicking below.

http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/5721912/a_creative_writers_phone_sex_operator.html?cat=31

rejection

June is feeling a bit icky. I ordinarily have a high ratio of acceptance for my submitted poems, but lately I seem to be experiencing more rejection than usual. Maybe it's just a FEELING of rejection and hopefully it's just a phase.

Still though, it feels bad enough being rejected from the job market for months & months--and now even my poems are getting rejected. Boo hiss.

Meanwhile, my skin is breaking out, I feel middle-aged and unsexy, my latest black ink jet printer cartridge had an unduly short life, my velvet ribbon proved unruly, my gray hairs are proliferating to the point I'm not enjoying my natural hair color anymore, I'm feeling perpetually behind despite my free time...

Oh and our mortgage payment is going to be late this month for the first time in...ever? Blech.

Maybe that's what the bank just called me about, but I wouldn't know, because as soon as I answered the phone, an automated voice informed me,'Please hold. You have a very important call'. I held for about 30 seconds before another automated voice piped in to let me know that, 'We are experiencing exceedingly high call volume'. Well then why did you call me at this time? It's bad enough having to hold when I make the call, but when YOU call me, then perhaps you should choose an oppurtune time for YOU.

I could go on, but I guess this is enough complaining for one blog, so the angst-fest ends now.

Anyway, I hope to have some better news to share later.