My dream job: A revision

I wrote about my dream job last July. I'll wait while you read that. 


So today I realized that my dream job doesn't even need to be as specific as what I'd written. My vague new dream job: To do something creative. 


That's it.

At my current job (which I'm grateful for and good at but requires very little creativity), we have recently changed the structure of how the office is run, and my supervisor suggested that we do something creative to present these changes. I suggested a funny short film, and everyone miraculously agreed. Today I got to collaborate with a co-worker to write a script and put together a production schedule. Even though this only took up an hour or so of my work time, it made the whole day fly. 


At home, I did an ink and watercolor robot painting. Usually I use crayons, so this was a new experience for me. (Coming to you soon, Mikkele!)

(Photo credit goes to Jeff. He's so talented at everything.)

After work, I cooked a meal for about ten people who were doing construction at church. I decided on a taco bar. I realize cooking isn't that creative, especially since I didn't make up any recipes or anything, but if you grew up in my house you'd understand that it does require a measure of creativity. Just saying - no one ever told me how to make guacamole. Or how to brown meat. Or how to chop lettuce. (I love you, 'Rents!)


All day, I cared for a seven month old. That requires buckets of creativity. Trust me. I'm pretty sure I created new sounds when trying to get her to finish her peaches this afternoon. "AaaaaAwhhahhhwaaaah. Open up!"


Right now, I'm writing a blog. BAM! Creativity. I can write whatever words I want. Blows your mind, doesn't it?


In conclusion, I'm not saying I'll turn you down if you want me to Guest Star on SNL, Lorne. I'm just saying that my dream job is flexible. And I like that. Today was a beautiful creative day, and I am going to go to sleep feeling happy, fulfilled, and exhausted. I wish every day was like this. 

My Dream Job

My dream job is to be a regular on Saturday Night Live. I don't plan on doing anything about that. Stand up and improv - skills that are required to wiggle your way onto the show - terrify me, and I couldn't do a recognizable celebrity impersonation if my life depended on it. I still think I'd be pretty great at scripted sketches though. Maybe. Who knows.


Anyway, my only slightly more attainable dream job is to write novels for preteens. I see the books in the Young Adult section at Barnes and Noble, and I seriously feel ill. They all seem to have sex, drugs, and rampant cursing. And when they don't have those things, they are just poorly written. The majority also have vampires, but I am not totally opposed to vampires - they just tend to fall into the two prior categories of smuttitude or sad examples of "literature." My dream is to write good, moral Young Adult Fiction.


So now you're either thinking "Why not just do it?" or "Screw you, Twilight is awesome." 


To the first group of people, I'll tell you why. I struggle with plot and ending. I can build fairly strong characters, but then I don't know what they should do. I have come up with several stories, but I don't know how any of them end. I know the best remedy for this is to sit down and write, write, write and see what comes out of my fingers, but I don't know how to find the energy to do that. I love to write when I know what I'm writing. But writing nothingness to get to somethingness is exhausting. Does anyone relate to this? I also wonder if it's even possible to entertain today's young adults with anything other than sex, drugs, cursing, and poorly written vampires. I hope it's possible - I just don't know. They don't even sell Babysitter's Club in stores anymore. And apparently the twins from Sweet Valley High are all grown up, and they're kind of hussies. Not cool.


To the second group of people, I read all four Twilight books. While reading, I constantly cringed at the cliches and the multitude of ways she described Edward's hotness and the amount of times Bella was sullen and melancholy. And yet I could not put the stupid books down. However, just because it was addictive does not mean it was well-written.


I've also dreamed of owning a small business - a book store or art shop or a candy store. Anyone want to finance me?


What's your dream job, Lobsters?