Guess who’s unemployed again? Meeeeee!!! Yay! 
Well, what can ya do. I just finished a great internship at a great magazine, met some really awesome people that I know I will remain in contact with, and I ate and drank well. I would really like to work at Discovery or TBD, and have applied to many other places where I would also like to work. If you have any leads on places in the DC area looking for journalists or Web specialists (not programmers or coders, but content managers), please pass the info along in the comments. I don’t know where I will end up but I do declare one thing:
I will not take another internship.
This isn’t me being proud, or picky, or self-important, this is me being real. I have been published since I was 15. I have done an internship every summer during college. I’ve even done an internship during my first college spring break, and even during an 18-hour semester. I have proven myself enough. I am absolutely worth a (preferably salaried) full-time position with benefits. I am beyond intern status.
Now that I’m between jobs, I’m freelancing and taking a novel-writing course. I won’t disclose my idea but I think at the very least this class will help me begin to think about it in a more concrete way, instead of it just living in my head as a flight of fancy. I’m considering taking a dance class or two, but concerned about looking silly after not having done choreography in so long. This is probably a silly concern.
I realize I’m rambling. It’s sort of what happens when I force myself to write with no topic in mind. I’m supposed to write for an hour. Perhaps I will end this and go work on that novel.
