I am an English/Creative Writing graduate. I've always wanted to write but not been doing it so much recently - hoping this is the way back in. I love making things and absorbing knowledge. INFJ for life.
A Sea of Troubles
It had been two decades since any London commuter had seen the sun rise. An evil spectrum dominated the sky, emanating blackness to, at best, light grey. The sky over Oxford Street was like solid pitch, leading the borough to decide on permanent streetlights. They shone on forgotten shop windows, highlighting their flaking gloss paint and signs that were missing letters.
Second year. I've gained a respectable mark for my first year of study (that doesn't count towards my actual degree) and now things are getting serious. I have to think about graduation and how I'm going to land my perfect job. Here's a quick snapshot of a lecture from which I soon zoned out.
How to (Try To) Be a Freelance Journalist
Thanks in particular to the assignments I'd scraped a pass in in second year, I realised that my six-year-old brain was noble but a bit of an idiot. I was not Jo in Little Women—being an author wasn't going to be enough to earn a crust. I could write a bestseller (hopefully), but the industry is too difficult and too hit-and-miss to rely on that to survive. To pay the bills I could either have a normal 9-5 job in an office somewhere or I could turn my hand to journalism. Unfortunately, the financial crisis hit the globe during my first year at university, so getting a steady journalism job when I left was probably going to be quite a long shot. Apparently though, there was another option—going freelance.