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Yesterday I went to a friend’s birthday party in Central Park. It was nice out, and I got to play bocce ball, which was a lot of fun.
Then I went Roosevelt Island with some other folks to watch the fireworks. I’d never been there before, and the neighborhood reminded me of verticle suburbs with no back yards. The fire works display was spectacular and we had an excellent view. There was music simulcasted on both the radio and TV, and during the Marine’s Hymn they exploded a few square fireworks, which I had never seen before. Those were a real treat.
Afterwards we hung out, like people tend to do. And then someone asked me the inevitable question, “what do you do?” “I’m a writer” I reply, and then I have to explain exactly what I mean by that: what I write about, what I’d like to write about, that sort of thing. Except this time, to my surprise, when I was asked what kind of writing I was trying to get into, the first thing that popped out of my mouth, before I even had a chance to ponder the question, or second-guess myself, was “technology.” I was absolutely astonished.
And then, as the conversation continued I realized that answer was absolutely right. I want to write about technology. Technology is something I get. It’s something I have a unique passion for. I find it fun. I could yak about tech stuff all day. I’ve been looking for freelance work at newspapers, by going (or trying to go) to the main editors, having no luck with the broad approach, but I never even considered specializing. Now that’s something I can “leverage,” as the business people say.
I’m changing my tactics this week, and I’ll let you guys know what happens.