Rayne’s got a new jobby job!
Don’t worry. It’s only stressful because I’m a panic-driven freak.
It’s right up my alley. I’m getting paid cash to do what I love. And I don’t even have to leave my house.
I can’t even begin to tell you how this makes me feel. Anxious, and scared, and grateful (God, so very grateful.), and humble, and happy, and excited, and worried, and terrified, and ecstatic, and…
My bosses/editors are awesome. My co-reporter (reporter!) is awesome. The other people who work for the company that publishes the magazine I’m writing for are awesome. They all (mostly) know (of) me, and I’m good friends with a few.
So, okay. It’s still kind of a start-up mag, and it’s only actually been published on paper three times. Or… twice, and it’s about to be published the third time? I think that’s what I heard? Anyway! It’s news. Sex-related news. And I’m getting paid for it. And… Read more…