Who’s listening out there?

It’s been a long while since my last entry. I don’t know if I’m doing much good sharing my experiences as a freelancer and writer, but I would like to think that even if one person benefited from what I have to share, then I’ve done well.

I have been freelancing full-time since November of last year. It’s both liberating and daunting. But it has also let me know what I knew all long but was too afraid to admit – ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

We all know this. Yet the first step in this direction can take every ounce of energy in your being.

My work focuses primarily on subtitling at this moment, with intermittent creative copy to keep me updated with the latest lingo.

My biggest challenge, as it’s always been, wary potential clients doubting my command of the English language, or any other proficiency for that matter. It doesn’t help that I come from a country where English is not the national language, or that applicants tend to look perfect on paper by overrating their skills in general.

So for every job that I get, I have to try that much harder to prove myself.

Is it frustrating? Of course. Especially when the person on the other end has neither the command or language to question my abilities. But that’s what humbling about freelancing. Your last feat is just that. It’s in the past.

So what’s the reward for me? Loving what I do. I can’t stress that enough. Confucius was right. “Choose a job you love and you’ll never have to work another day in our life”.

Here’s to wishing that we all find our calling in life, but more importantly, be brave enough to take the first step towards it. There’s nothing quite like living your dream.

“The difference between knowing your sh*t and knowing you’re sh*t”…

Perhaps this is not the most politically-correct or client-friendly post but in my view, our inaction and apathy towards blatant mistakes make us equally accountable in perpetuating the crime. Forgive me, “crime” is probably a grave exaggeration in this case but just humor me.

My bone to pick for the day? Evaluating one’s very own language proficiency. It is really quite simple. The pot should not call the kettle black. My Facebook news feed was interestingly inundated with links to many popular bloggers and writers’ professional site, lamenting about “how to write a press release” or “how to not piss me off with your writing”. So I thought to myself, “Well, this is my lucky day! I could learn a thing or two from these fellas, right?”

The entry I came across went:

I received so many press releases every day. Do not crammed too much details into the text.

In the quiet words of Virgin Mary, come again?

Yes, the point is not lost; save for credibility. And since the writer’s intent is to impart knowledge on how to write better, the purpose is utterly defeated.  I later discovered that the author actually writes for one of the national dailies. I scanned through a few columns and nary a mistake was found. Must be a tough job for the editor.

I am not trying to put anyone down. I think to love a language is to honor it by learning it well. Anything less is defilement and sacrilegious, especially when one claims to be an expert on the subject.

I leave you now with the most embarrassing typo today, coming from the Obama administration.

ObamaCarePiece Out!