Navel gazing time.

Lately I’ve been contemplating the idea of a career change. Like a lot of folks here in our great city, I have a day job that pays the bills and I have the dream career that I’m pursuing with no financial gain. That dream career is writing, specifically literary fiction and nonfiction.

But I’m suddenly finding that I like journalistic-type writing too. And what I mean by “journliastic-type writing” is what you see here: ranting and raving about anything and everything. Who wouldn’t want to get paid to do that all day?

And so I’ve been idly pursuing some want ads and found that Time Out New York is looking for an “Eat Out Writer.” Perfect! I’m a writer; I like to eat out. Requirements are:

Food-writing experience. Check! I’ve written all about dumplings as well as yogurt parfait.
Ability to write quickly. Check. (They didn’t say write well quickly.)
Familiarity with food-industry terminology. Succulent, mouth-watering, gag-inducing. Check.
Knowledge of New York City bars and restaurants. Triple check!
Interest in reporting, reviewing and feature writing. Sure, why not. Check.
Ability to write clever heds, deks and captions. Please see “Not So Easy Dates” (get it? cuz the speed dating thing is NY Easy Dates? get it?), “Everyone in Murray Hill is a Tool,” and let’s not forget, “The Cock thanks me.”
Television onscreen presence for TONY’s On Demand network programs. I’m totally the next Suchin Pak.

And last not least:

Ability to bullshit herself into thinking she can do a job she has no experience in. Check, and check.