Sorry. I'm not trying to get all Oprah on you. Let me back up.
A little over three years ago, I was a bored stay-at-home mom, so I started this blog. If you're a fellow blogger, you're probably nodding your head right now. I didn't know what I wanted out of it; I just knew that I liked to write, and I liked to entertain people.
Over the years, it grew from a mildly humorous look into my life that only a handful of friends ever read, to a pretty decent low-to-mid-level blog. I liked reaching strangers with my humor. I loved the idea of people who'd never met me, somewhere out there, smiling at their screens because of me.
But I wanted to get paid. And not twelve cents a month for Google ads. And not a few bucks here and there for sponsored posts. So I pestered Leslie from In the Powder Room until she gave me a job.
But I wanted to get paid even more. I wanted to make enough money to keep me rolling in tattoos and expensive mud masks from Sephora. So I pestered NickMom until they hired me.
But still... What did I want to do, really? Well, I love to write, I love to entertain. We've established that. But I also love TV and magazines. I wanted to write about TV for magazines! But I'm just a schlub on the internet with no education. I couldn't just walk into the Entertainment Weekly offices and demand a job because I really, really wanted it.
So I pestered the editors of EW Community to let me write for them. Step one. And I toiled away, writing recaps for Ground Floor, staying up way too late on Tuesday nights, because I love writing, and I love entertaining, and I love TV.
But I wanted more readers! So I started tweeting my recaps to the star of Ground Floor, John. C. McGinley. You may know him as Dr. Cox from Scrubs, or Bob Slydell from Office Space. And he tweeted back! And he retweeted me! And then...
One day, my EW Community editor emailed me:
Yeah. I pretty much just paced around my house saying "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," for ten minutes. Then I called my husband at work (which I thought was rude, although warranted- and he was fine with it). Then I texted my best friend, who loves EW as much as I do:
Then I freaked out for the next week and a half, until John C. McGinley freakin' called me (and introduced himself as Johnny). Then I worked my ass off on the interview for 24 hours, with a small break for sleep. And now, here it is, ready for you to enjoy: Let John C. McGinley convince you to watch 'Ground Floor'
So my point is, you can do it. I don't care if you're some uneducated nobody who doesn't know what they want to do with their life at age thirty-mumble. Take a little time, figure it out, and then go do it. Because I am absolutely the laziest person I know, and if I can do it, I'm sure you can, too.
Expect to see me in print by... Oh, say 2017. And I'm really going to try to blog more, I swear. Sorry about that.
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