these past seven days have done more to shape my future than the past four years have.
wage freezes. contractual obligations. union meetings. grievances. buyouts. economy in the shitter.
my profession hinges on my creativity. my drive. my curiosity. and while no one becomes a writer, a journalist, to become rich, i refuse to be paid less for my intellectual property than i deserve.
in six months, i don't know where i'll be. but it seems like it won't be here.
i'm not scared. i think this is what i needed.
