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Hi, I'm Jessica, and this has been my home since 1999. I'm a dork gamer who likes pop culture, social media, things that are intentionally terrible, and pondering the zombie apocalypse. See also:          

blurry dystopia (short post)

Hello! Two things:

1) I got another article posted! I was paid .05 per word to write a first person account of some of the Olympic changes in Vancouver. My article is titled “Vancouver Waterfront Security Looks Good for 2010 Winter Olympics“, but could be otherwise known as “Things I Can See From My Window”. Note I included an incredibly amateur photograph taken from my deck, which they chose to publish. Dammit, Jim, I’m .. kind of a writer, not a digital imagery photo dude.

2) Here is a neat link (I know! A link! Go fig!): Top 50 Dystopian Movies of All Time. Over New Year’s Eve a friend mentioned that we are actually living in the dystopian future that we’ve all been worrying about. It seemed pretty profound at the time, although perhaps the copious amount of free blue booze I had been drinking contributed to that impression. However, upon sober reflection, I think there might be something to it. I’m framing a big essay-ish post about this all which I will likely never finish, but in the meantime here’s a little research. I’ve seen 32 of these movies. How about you?

the frogurt is also cursed

Reasons I am stressing out:

  • The only job on Craigslist all weekend was for a ‘native speaker of Albanian’.
  • Bills, bills, bills.
  • Approximately 80% of my food consumption for the past few days has been Corn Pops. Not, I should hasten to add, because of any horrible financial restrictions, but more because Corn Pops are delicious. I wish I was eating them right now. I’m high on sugar like an 8 year old at their first birthday party. (I only remember my first neighborhood birthday party because I came home and immediately barfed up vivid orange sherbet everywhere.)
  • My little hobby group and social scene has been all pear-shaped lately.
  • In a month I’m shepherding a group of about 17 people around Las Vegas for 3 nights. It’s going to be fun, but for now I need reservations, phone lists, plans, names, and pair of comfy shoes.
  • I dropped my iPhone. It slid off my lap onto a hard surface. While it still works, the front cover is all cracked and chipped and oooooooooh I am so sad now. I loved my iPhone like it was the chatty, slightly bloated child I never had.

Good things about today:

  • I am wearing very comfortable pants.
  • There are Olympic Things going on! I can see a new security checkpoint for the convention center from my window. All traffic gets stopped in the road and then has to go through some temporary tents where they’re checked for bombs or weapons or alien DNA or something. I feel a bit like James Stewart in Rear Window, except instead of a broken leg I just have bedhair and it’s kind of cold outside.

paid by the word

So, for those who know me or have followed my blogs/Twitters for a while, you know I occasionally purport to be a writer. Well, okay, in fairness I don’t out and out say “writer”. I will often declare to have some latent writing talent, and I foist my words upon the Internet with alarming regularity. I have made a living in the past peripherally by writing, even if it’s just editing correspondence or putting together FAQs, but I wouldn’t call myself a writer.

Anyway, at the moment I’m between contracts, which is a nice way of saying unemployed. For a while I was spending all my time playing the Auction House in World of Warcraft and buying many pretty things for my elf. (Pedantic note — my elf is actually a Russian gypsy space goat, but elf is a funnier word.) Then it occurred to me: maybe I could put some of my spare time to, y’know, bettering myself and stuff. Or at least not jumping around an imaginary world with my imaginary character collecting imaginary items.

No sir, I was destined for better things. I was destined to.. WRITE about imaginary items. (And other things too. Like the Olympics! There are totally Olympic Things going on in my city. Adrian brought up the unfortunate fact that I’d likely have to leave the house to observe said Things, but I will have him and you all know that I have VERY LARGE WINDOWS.) I was even somewhat buoyed by a comment made by a wordly friend on another forum that declared that I either had a knack for subtle written expressions or was “one lucksack of a writer”. Clearly, I’ve decided to go with the former.

As it turns out, the new hotness in Internet business is Content Mills. These are a fairly divisive subject in the online freelance writing community, which is something I might get into in another post. Suffice to say for now that weird Canadian women with an absentee portfolio (yay, previous jobs with proprietary content) and a need to spit out words onto a keyboard at 2am benefit greatly from this new trend. 500 words on pretty much whatever I want? Um. Okay?

So here it is: some poor sucker paid me to write an article on How to Quit Your MMO Guild Without Causing Drama. It has a photo of me and everything. (Note to self: go back to Urs and demand that hair color again. It is funky.) No, I was not paid much, although a good article can make a couple of bucks in residuals each month. And don’t get me wrong, there is a lot of shite on content mills, particularly ones with low barrier to entry. However, I must admit to feeling kind of pleased with myself.

Paid by the word, y’all. It’s not a career, it’s certainly not a living wage, and once I get a dayjob I will likely not be quitting it, but just for today I am a professional writer. I made enough to pay for this bottle of vodka that I’m drinking as I type! (What? I’m A WRITER now, we have hard-drinking standards to live up to.)

All in all.. not bad. Not bad.