Hey, imaginary people who read my blog!

The function of this endeavor: to document my time in New York City while I pursue my dream to be a writer/journalist, and also to help lay out my thoughts to inspire me to write some fiction. Good times, as Jerri Blank says – and I promise, promise, promise it will be. Usually.

Most of my life consists of spending time in the office of the magazine where I freelance as an editorial assistant, and working as a receptionist at a fantastic salon to supplement my income. The magazine focuses on pet lifestyle, animal fairness, charities, and incorporates a ton of celebrity animal-lover interviews. I’ve had the chance to celebrate with several animal-centric organizations and am amazed at how much is being done to support this cause in NYC alone.

I apologize in advance for any name-dropping, which will, of course, occur – though it was a previous complaint about my ONE blog that I ever did last year to gush about a fashion show I worked at Lacoste.

Yeah, okay, I rub elbows with celebs, but not in any glamorous way. The extent to the “rubbing of elbows” is literally rubbing elbows – and the frequent attempts to interview them on red carpets of major charity or industry events (ha·rass /həˈræs, ˈhærəs/ 1. to disturb persistently; torment, as with troubles or cares; bother continually; pester; persecute).

I hope you will read on as I continue to work my ass off to make it in the “big city” (free clichés for a limited time only) as a writer – the same status that hundreds of thousands of better-equipped twenty-somethings are fighting me for.