I want to write about running. Correction: I want to write about me running. It’s fun. I love it. Obviously.
Dream project? A running memoir, which I’ve started about eight times then lost confidence. Writing about running in real-time is way better than writing about past running experiences, don’t you think? Anyway, I lose steam.
New dream project? Getting paid to write a mom-running column for a newspaper or magazine or Web site. I’m qualified: former newspaper features editor, freelance writer, copy writer. Oh yeah, and I’m a mom-runner but you already knew that. I do deadlines, and can handle criticism extremely well (or at least act like I can). Also, I’m pretty cheap.
I figure if I don’t make my wants known then nothing will ever happen. So there it is. It’s out there. It’s real.
Oh yeah, the other thing I want is a pair of black riding boots for fall. Not that I’m going riding, but I want to look like I might go riding, you know, after work or something. Just thought I should put that out there, too, in case anyone’s got a freelancing gig and footwear included in one package.