I’ve always endeavored to greet each new year with a fresh slate of optimism and self-assurance when it comes to landing an editorial job that would significantly enhance my ability to maintain my savings account.
In all honesty, I’m searching for what I had a decade ago, when I juggled a full-time job with writing gigs that added up to a robust monthly bonus.
Good times!
It was the lucrative period of online engagement with the strong possibilities of what the future could bring if things were taking off in such a promising way.
The voracious experimentation birthed the worst of the bunch like the viral toxicity of xoJane, and thriving portals like the now-defunct Clutch magazine, that specifically catered to the ravenous demographic of Black women, who deserved the honor of being seen and heard.
As a dedicated writer with the ambitious mandate to finally reach the place where I could make a decent living doing what I love, it wasn’t hard to conjure up the image of my employment at a company that would pay well for my editorial skills.
If I could bring home almost a grand a month as a part-time writer, imagine what I could garner with more hours of work.
Unfortunately, it didn’t take very long for the inconsistencies to show up, as…
