What happens to a student blog when the blogger is no longer a student?
That’s been my dilemma since graduating from UMA a couple months ago, and why there’s been zero action in this space for so long. Back then I had a germ of an idea about how to continue the blog, but truthfully, once I was away from classes and away from campus, the idea sounded less compelling to me. Plus, I suddenly got busy in other directions.
Remember that “iron in the fire” that I hinted at? The one I didn’t want to jinx by sharing any details or airing my hopes that things would go my way? Well, they went my way, people.
Within days of graduating, I started doing freelance copy-editing for the same company that took me on as an intern during my final semester. I’d had a hint that they might, maybe, possibly have an actual job become available in the unspecified future. If that happened, I wanted to be available. So I edited, and when I wasn’t doing that, I worked in my garden or for my husband. And I waited.
And then it happened: an email inviting me to come in to talk about some ideas for part-time work in the office. And then a follow-up email from the owner with the subject line “Great interview.” Interview? Gulp. It’s probably good I didn’t go in thinking about it that way. At any rate, a flurry of emails went back and forth as we worked out details and a job description.
So I’m relieved and proud to share the news that last week I started my NEW JOB at Maine Authors Publishing. This is a company that creates books for self-published authors and helps them to market them through their Authors Cooperative, and I’m thrilled to be a part of it. My official position is Publicity and Cooperative Coordinator. Pretty snazzy, right?
So, four days a week I hop on the island version of public transportation—the ferry—and travel to my mainland job. From there, I literally walk across the street from the ferry terminal to Maine Authors Publishing, where I get to be surrounded by books and smart people all day. I can hardly believe my good fortune.
Especially when I consider the bigger picture. We English majors don’t have an easy go of it, and you might remember I’ve had my doubts all along. One of my English teachers even teased me—on my graduation day, yet—about becoming degreed and unemployed.
Think about it: How many English majors find work directly related to their field? Of those, how many graduated from college at age 48? And of those, how many live on an island fifteen miles off the coast of a not-very-populated and largely rural state? Factor in a depressed national economy, and yeah, I’m feeling pretty darn lucky.