I got my first writing job…  crazy.  I’m writing these blogs for lawyers.  I take news stories about things that happened in their area of practice and turn them into little 200 word blogs, linking back to the lawyer’s website.  I write web content for them too.  And it’s hard.  I mean, I thought I could write.  I always said I could, and believed I could, but this is a whole other level.  I can’t be too dry, can’t be too sensational, have to write in AP style, meaning one space after the period and a bunch of other stuff.  I put links into the text and use keywords and all the other stuff that goes into writing web content.  It takes me forever.  I’m probably averaging a dollar an hour or something.  But it is making me better.  I now know what the hell “passive voice” means.  I’m getting better at taking new information and explaining it.  Shit I don’t know anything about.  Premarital/prenuptial agreements?  Got it covered.  Sort of.  I’m still revising, truthfully, but the point here is that I am getting paid to write.  What I want to write?  No.  The writing of my hopes and dreams?  Naahh.  But hey, for the first time in my life I’m trying really fucking hard at something I know I can be good at, and slowly succeeding.  That kicks ass.