You know how, oh, once a year I get all hand-wringy about the road not taken by finishing a writing degree, how I used to Write, blahdee blah blah?

Well, I actually have a paid writing gig now. PAID. And granted, it’s not a fortune, but it’s something. I’m blogging for an instructional technology blog, and I have a weekly deadline, and I get $25 per post. It’s not a spammy weird reviews-for-cash site, but a full on professional, affiliated with a major university (not in Maine) tech and teaching blog. (I’m not going to link here, but if you follow me at twitter, you know where it is.)

And today, I got an email from my editor(?) saying that they liked the last piece I submitted enough to make it a feature, for which I’ll get paid $75. Seriously! For writing about stuff I LOVE, I am getting money. WILD.

So, while the great american novel/memoir/children’s book hasn’t been published with my name as author, I am technically now a Paid Writer, right? That’s pretty cool.