We are Poor Writers. Only a few of them. We’re sure there are many of them around, but we just like to blog and moan about it.
Individually we are Devin, Imani, and Georgette. We are a rag-tag trio who met at an internship with the hope of one day having a job and getting paid, hopefully in some sort of writing capacity.
In the meantime, we have tons of experiences and advice to share as we attempt to get hired, write stories and poems, and generally bemoan or laugh at ourselves.
It’s not sad. It’s life experience.
A few frequently asked questions . . .
What is this?
A blog driven by hopes and self-pity. Just not cash. We write this out of the goodness of our hearts.
And out of this pit of our stomach where self-deprecating humor lives.
Who are you guys? What authority do you have?
Well, do you see cash in these pockets because we certainly don’t.
Where are you based?
Around New York-ish. We can’t commit to this answer because of stranger-danger as well as this fear that we won’t be able to stay here for long.
Why are you doing this?
We do this to keep sane and to remind ourselves that it’s not sad that we want to write for a living, right?
Do you need a hug?
Most likely not, but we appreciate the thought. We especially appreciate the thought of sending someone cash. That someone being us.
Can I Buy You a Drink?
Um, yes! How about a whole carton of milk? We’ve been meaning to go to the grocery.
Or maybe a Caramel Macchiato at Starbucks? That, my friend, is a genuine treat for us. We only buy that if life sucks or life is awesome.
Guess which reason drives us to buy those more often?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
Well, how do you hold a moon beam in your hands? It’s just one of those things.