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Mein Kampf: Walking Cliche Edition
Friday, April 27, 2007


I'm not writing this from some prison, though, because I don't see my new copywriting stint as an incarceration. I like wordplay no matter how inane the final output. Even if it was for that real estate thing I had been working on all day today.

Sieg Heil, Grammar Nazis!

I may have been complaining a lot about having my brain wrung dry, but I really do like my job. I have the license to pounce on any grammatical flub that comes my way, for one. Anyone I've gone apeshit on for their tense misuse will see my point here.

But I am paranoid that working with words for around 8 hours each day will breed a distaste for them. I know it's only been Day 2 of Margie the Makati Ho, but I have been worried, pushing me to make sure that I write something that wasn't copy even if my body was about to crash. I have to maintain good distance between work and the one thing I am dead certain I love. I don't want to end up like another one of those people who only used to write back in college, who could no longer see the difference between writing what he wants and writing what is asked of him. I really, really, really don't. Really, really, really, really don't. Because I would like to think that I know who I am becoming, and it won't be some voiceless fuck.

Though I sure am a cheesy one.


posted by marguerite @ 10:40 PM

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