A "ta-daahh" moment
Well, dear puppies, I’m going to take this opportunity to pat myself on the back here for a little bit.
First, I have to give many, many thanks to Lorraine for letting me know of a writing opportunity for a monthly magazine here in Chicago.
They were seeking writers to write about unique, Chicago-y things. I submitted an article, they liked my stuff and my first article is going to be published in the January issue. And I get a hundred bucks.
I am feeling SO "Carrie Bradshaw" at the moment.
My article was the “inside scoop” on living in Marina City, the apartment building where I live.
I also have to give credit to JP for coming up with the hilarious term “The Balcony of Terror” because I used it without asking him first. I hope he doesn’t sue me.
Okay, I have to go to a photo shoot now.
They’re putting my picture on the side of a CTA bus.
Labels: Carrie Bradshaw, Chicago, Marina City
3 Comments:
Honey, I am so damn proud of you I could bust. Seriously.
Oh, let's meet for Cosmopolitans at 8. Charlotte will be meeting us later.
Mr. Big just called on my cell phone. He's canceling. Again.
When will I ever learn?
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