Halfway Through January

Where has the time gone?  Just last night the ball dropped in Times Square; now here we are, halfway through January with a (tentative) spring on the horizon.

I’m still waiting for Snowpocalypse 2015.

With a new year comes new ideas and plans, so I’m getting back on the bandwagon of daily blogging.  Nothing to fancy, but I came up with the idea from one of my editing projects I’m working on.  Short snippets of daily life, so at the end of this year I can look back and see how my life has changed.  Not to mention, I’ve got family and friends all over – now, when we can’t talk for weeks on end, you’ll see what’s happening.  Useful, no?

Today brought cloudy skies and chilly temps, as well as a new schedule.  9-2 in the Virginia-Highland office, then home to conquer my editing, writing, and social media freelance projects.  Tonight, after work is done, I’ll visit the Majestic Diner with an old friend and discuss, amongst other things, all of the AMAZING concerts slated for the first half of the year.  I mean, come on:

Shut the front door.  I know how I’ll be spending my money.

In other news, I’m anxiously awaiting my new computer speakers from Amazon (I always mistype that as Amazing, which is pretty accurate, in all honesty).  In classic Laura fashion, I purchased some cute little ones that light up.

Blue, if you’re wondering.  LED.

I love ordering from Amazon…it’s like Christmas Eve every time, waiting breathlessly for a package that seems eternally Out for Delivery.  BRB, gotta check the front stoop.  Again.  However long it takes, I will never have anything but good words to say about Amazon.  I lurve them.

The sun is supposed to return tomorrow, so until then!


This is It

I can finally announce what’s been happening behind the scenes for awhile now.


As of Monday, May 26, I will be accepting a job as an assistant editor at a local publishing house.  I will also be launching full-tilt into my freelance writing.

I honestly could not be more excited.

Just imagine…I graduated from college 5 years ago today.  I’ve spent all that time looking, searching, clawing my way around the job market that is Atlanta, only coming up empty handed, time and again.  But here…it’s 2014.  It’s finally happening.  The life I’ve always wanted is standing before me, and it’s mine for the taking.  I don’t know if it’s a result of hard work or luck; perhaps a smidgeon of both.  All I know is that I’m ready.  I’m at peace.  This is where I’m meant to be, and I’m going to embrace it with both arms.

Let’s go, people.  This is it.

We’re Doomed

They say the economy is improving, yet people still find the need to belittle certain college degrees and act like they are the authority on all things.  Below is a response I wrote last year to all the people who say English, History, and other like degrees are useless and I was stupid to get one.  Feel free to comment below with your opinions; a lively discussion never goes out of style!

We are indeed doomed, as a country, as a people, when the majority of commenting readers agree that college degrees in English, Writing, History, etc, are basically useless.  No one should study these topics, they say.  Why didn’t these idiots major in something practical, like engineering, or mathematics, or perhaps skip college altogether and go straight to trade school.  Why, I could be a plumber, or a motorcycle repairwoman, and be laughing my ass all the way to the bank!  These crazy youngsters.

You know, you’re right.  Why would I want to go to college for things I’m interested in, for things I love and I’m good at?  Why didn’t I remember that money and the ability to buy whatever you want is indeed the most important thing?  Why didn’t I major in something I hate, or that I’m completely useless at, just so I could be guaranteed a good-paying job right out of college??  Man…I really missed the boat here.  Who needs the arts, or humanities, or music, anyway?  Waste of time.  Only fit for a hobby.

Oh, ignorance.  I think Oscar said it best, By giving us the opinions of the uneducated, journalism keeps us in touch with the ignorance of the community.  ‘Tis my lot in life, I suppose.  I try telling myself that these people just don’t understand, they don’t know what it’s like to love something so much that money doesn’t matter.  They don’t know what it’s like to wake up in the middle of the night, story ideas flying around in your brain, song lyrics begging to be written down.  They don’t feel the pull, the need, the loyalty to art, or at least the potential, that keeps us coming back to the blank page, again and again and again.

And what of the successful ones – the ones publishing books, working as journalists, winning the damn Pulitzer Prize?  Were their degrees useless?  Should they have majored in something that would have given them excellent salaries right off the bat?  Just because a career path doesn’t lead to instant money and success doesn’t mean it’s worthless.  Who cares if you make a lot of money, as long as you’re doing what makes you happy.  Those commenting seem to have forgotten this small fact.

All I know is that my choice was right for me.  I learned and experienced so much at college that I wouldn’t have otherwise; “useless degree” is probably the furthest thing from the truth.  It taught me to write, to express myself in an educated and informed manner; it taught me to dig down and figure out why I believe what I do and then how to say it.  It taught me to argue, to stand my ground, to read people and figure out what they really mean.  The world is in dire need of people who can formulate an opinion and present an argument – hell, we need people who can write a damn sentence without using stupid abbreviations you’d find on a teenagers texting history.

So no, crazy people – my English degree may not make me good money.  I may not get $80,000 right out of college.  But I’d rather be fucking poor and love what I’m doing than spend my life in a job I hate, just because it pays me well.

Ain’t it a blessing to do what you want to do?