It was all a dream
I used to read Word Up magazine
Salt’n’Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine..
No, but seriously. When I quit my job I was ready to make shit happen. I set my sights high and hustled like a boss (and still do every. damn. day). I was so fortunate and humbled to get a regular monthly column in a local magazine pretty early on, but never once did I stop trying to add to that.
While still maintaining a client roster of my own filled with business-related freelance writing gigs (you know, to pay my mortgage), I would just write and write and write my own stuff as well and submit all of it everywhere I possibly could to increase exposure. I scored two more regular contributor gigs and then, one day I got an email that literally rocked my world. One of my articles was accepted on Scary Mommy. Many of you may not understand the gravity of that, but for someone who writes what I write, it’s effing mind-blowing (and just to put things in perspective, I must have submitted more than a dozen different articles before I got that email.)
Holy. Shit. My hard work is starting to pay off.
And then, this weekend, I had another one of those moments. All because of a conversation with a friend who also writes, but TOTALLY different stuff. So I took another big chance, put myself out there…and this happened and I practically peed my pants.
You guys, all I can say is that THIS is the kind of stuff I live for. It’s proof that nothing comes easy and you have to bust your ass. But with focus, persistence and a whole lotta moxie…it’s possible.
So, please do check out my first contribution to the Huffington Post, and those to follow, and I will be forever grateful as you are reading along.
Rachel, The Notorious Y.I.D (new nickname courtesy of my boy DJ Holiday)
I’m blowin’ up like you thought I would
Call the crib, same number same hood
It’s all good
And if you don’t know, now you know