It has long been my goal to write for a living, to earn money doing something I enjoy so much that my brain would never register it as being work. Not unlike if someone paid me to bathe my newborn baby or to taste-test Godiva chocolate.

When the phone rang this afternoon and the voice on the other end said “We’d like to offer you the position.” I immediately grabbed a brown bag and began breathing into it. ”Oh, and we want to pay you more than we originally discussed and you need to call your editor for your assignments.”

My editor. My assignments.

Fainting is so unprofessional. Bragging is not.

I’m getting paid to write! Not only that, I’m getting paid to take pictures. I’m a Reporter Slash Photographer just like Peter Parker only female and without super powers. Unless you consider incandescent happiness a super power.