How I Spent My Stimulus
PRXers Katherine and Genevieve recently clued me in to How I Spent My Stimulus, a fascinating look at how Americans of every age and economic bracket are viewing and using the big check from Uncle Sam. From new kittens, to a used Glock, to diapers to credit card debt, it paints a pretty interesting picture. I considered submitting my own.
How did I use my stimulus? Well . . . today is my last day at PRX.
I've loved my three years here, and it wasn't an easy decision to make: but I'm leaving to devote more time to my writing. (As I've been explaining to flabbergasted friends, I'll be that jerk.) I've been writing stories, diary entries and poetry since I was six, but I've never really considered doing anything with the results. At one point, my big plan was to gather all of the writing I'd ever done, seal it up in a plastic box, and bury it in the backyard of my childhood home, to be discovered two hundred years from now to sudden fame and accolades (!). While the romance of this idea still holds some appeal, I've decided it may be time to try a slightly more proactive tack with my work. Like, I don't know, agents, publishing houses. Worst case scenario, I can always bury it in the yard.
It has truly been a pleasure meeting and working with you all. I will miss watching all the pieces come in, the updated list of reviews, and every new license that said to me "Hey neat, this PRX thing is working. Somewhere, someone is pumping their fist right now." I hope you don't mind that I envisioned you doing that.
I'll miss the homepage updates, your friendly and clever emails, Zeitfunk and the podcast: occasionally answering my cell phone with "PRX, this is Adrianne." But mostly, I'll miss my amazing, hilarious and supportive coworkers and friends at PRX. You won't find a more pleasant, intelligent gathering of people anywhere.
. . . And hey, I hear they're hiring.
