Sunday, September 12, 2010


reading over the last post, i can't believe it's been seven months since i posted it. it is the first chapter of a book that has been cooking in my brain for years, but i have never completed -- or even written beyond those first few lines. the challenge is: where to go from there? that's a question that i have been struggling with, well, ever since i moved to new york.

i still don't know what is most important to me. i decided this year that i didn't want to be a reporter full-time any more. i have always and will always love to write, but working the way i was had sapped my will to write in my free time. i was spending so much time in front of the computer during the week (and on weekends) doing work, that when i wasn't working the last thing i wanted to do was sit at my computer and write more. that is the reason this blog has laid dormant for all this time.

relationship-wise, i have been single for the past year. i've met some guys that i have found interesting and fun, spent more time than i should have with my recent ex, and decided that online dating is not for me. writing a column on text messaging and dating has been really fun and enlightening, and i find inspiration for that from lots of unexpected places. finding a guy to love and support me has always been important to me, but i believe that things come to you when you least expect them, so i'm not looking.

the one thing i have not ever second guessed about my life is living in new york. yes, i have fantasies about picking up and living at the beach or the woods for a few months while i work on a book, buying a little dog and leasing a convertible and living someone else's life for a little bit. but those ideas are all temporary. i would always come back to the city.

so, as i tell the story of my journey here, what comes next? the many career moves and disappointments? the heartbreaks? the friendships that i've made and lost? we'll see.

Tuesday, January 26, 2010


I didn't come to New York wanting to be Carrie Bradshaw, although I know lots of girls do. Like Carrie, I wanted to be a writer, but I saw myself as more career-driven. I was interested in collecting bylines and beats, not labels or love. I was prepared for long workdays and late nights, working weekends to meet deadlines and sacrificing my personal life in the name of my career.

But when I landed my first job, which paid me $28,000 a year to answer phones for a top-tier editor at a business magazine, I realized my folly. At first, I hoped this time would be filled with freelancing and working on my blog, but within a few months I had fallen hopelessly in love with a reporter at the magazine, and my priorities changed just as quickly.

I eventually left magazine publishing to work for an Internet start up publication, a move I told myself was good for me and my career. At the time I thought that the magazine, and my first job, was not a waste because I had come out of it with a recognizable name on my resume and a future husband to boot. I lied to myself.