“This is a common thing, it happens to most of us. Chill, you will eventually get it. For now, breathe..-”
“But what if it never happens? All I’ve been doing is searching for a month now. I’m trying to not lose hope. What is wrong with me? Am I not good enough? I only want a chance to prove myself, but I’m not even getting that bone thrown at me!”
The above dialogue exchange was from myself, to myself. I’m not insane, it was and is a persistent monologue in my head.
An itch that I don’t want to scratch, but I automatically gravitate towards.
That annoying thought that pops in my head every time I feel remotely peaceful. It keeps reminding me that there’s one area in my life I haven’t figured out yet.
By now, I’m sure you’ve figured out what I’m talking about. If you haven’t, well- it’s my career line.
I’m a writer who has been out-of-work since last year. I mean a full-time, 9-to-5, Monday-to-Friday churn. The last I was earning money, was by taking English and French tuition classes for a pair of twelve-year old twins in Chennai. I was having fun and making a quick buck, but that was not a long-term sustainable plan.
Flash forward to August 2017, where I obtained a permit to legally work in the United States. I was told my husband that not everyone is lucky enough to get this one easily, and I felt like I finished a marathon when I had it in hand. But a month later, here I stand, questioning my career path.
You see, I’ve never been bad at what I’ve done. In fact, I would laud myself openly on this one thing- I grasp and learn quick enough. I did well at my job as a reporter, securing many bylines on the way. Sparrows, paintings, weather changes, building collapses, theatre plays- no, I’m not muttering random words as if I’ve gone mad. I wrote about all of these, and more. I was doing fine, but I could see myself doing better as a creative writer than a reporter. I wanted to grow out of the reporter mold, expand my writing repertoire with more than reports. And so, I left the journalist’s path behind in search of greener pastures.
Then came the fashion content writer stint, which in retrospect, was the best suited job for me. I learnt the basics of garments from scratch- different fabrics, styles, patterns- and I fell in love with it. Then, I quit a year later because there was no further growth opportunity for me as a writer in the organization.
2016 was a year of nothingness for me, career-wise. I beat myself up now for this, because if I had worked for at least 6 months or more then, it would account for something now.
I do not know how damning an effect this has on my current career status, but I don’t feel so great about the gaping lack of experience. Is that the reason why I’ve been out there in the job market for a while now, with no callback yet?
I don’t know anyone in the content writing field, but I sure do wish someone could help me out by telling what I could possibly do to improve. I want to work, but maybe my short amount of experience (1.5 years) is not nearly enough to secure a good writing job.
I’m stuck in a rut, and I have nowhere to go.
Are there any content writers out there who can help me out? If you can, please do reply below.