editing my wardrobe

so here's the thing
I spent the greater part of my career so far working with children.
You wear t-shirts and sweat pants when you work with kids.
You can wear your hair in pig tails.
You are encouraged to wear long stripey socks and layered clothing of various textures and materials - dressing is fun - in a silly costumey kinda way.
But now I am preparing myself for more business like attire. If I want to be taken for a communications professional I better have the clothes to back it up.
So I tried.
I mean it, I really tried.
I went shopping on the Sunday following Black Friday - Grey Sunday? and looked for suits.
I even found one - it fit, it looked fine, it was a grey stripey number...
But I could not deal.
It is very hard to see myself in a suit and accept myself in a suit.
I don't think it was the suit's problem - the suit seemed pretty together, no noticeable neuroses.
I think it was me.
So before I get serious about editing my wardrobe, I think I need to edit my brain or my eyes or both in order to accept this new phase of my existence.
I hope one day to be able to say to myself:
"It suits ya."
Ha ha.

time keeps on slippin'

Today I want to talk about editing my time.
I try - I really try to edit my time in a mature and responsible way.
It sure is hard though.
There is school and work and homework and housework and friend time and family time and me time and there is no way there is enough time in the world for all of that time.
but you make one small mistake and suddenly you are trying to live in the future while doing work from the past and trying to live in the present.
It is enough to make your head spin - it makes me nauseous just thinking about it.
I know I am not supposed to have a life right now - I know that - I try really hard to live by it. It was just one weekend - I swear - but Sunday found me finishing my homework at 2 a.m. and now the rest of the week seems shot
Aw nuts!
So, what is my editing lesson of the week.
Never make any mistakes with your time managment - you will never stop paying for it.

editing my eyeballs - my red burning eyeballs

Today I would like to talk about how much I would like to take out my eyeballs, set them in a big bowl of saline, and let them swim around for 8-10 hours.
What happened?
2nd year CreComm was going so well and then WHAMMO!
November hit and everything went crazy on the crazy machine.
I so tired.
I can't wait for December when all I have to do is work full time for three weeks.
Ah, livin' the dream.

Headlines are music to my ears

I loved this headline assignment for editing.
I wish I had more time to pour over the headlines and catch every little nuance and rhythm.
For me, writing headlines is a combination of writing poetry and solving a puzzle and writing a piece of music.
Like poetry, you need to catch the essence of the story in as few words as possible without losing the essence of the tale.
Like solving a puzzle, you need to amass possibly disparate elements into one cohesive and comprehensible whole.
Like writing music, you need to latch onto a catchy riff. Find a rhythm that the listener/reader finds irresistible so that they will be compelled to continue onto the story to hear/see the rhythm develop itself completely.
Headline writing is an art form, and I think that I'm in love.