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April 2014

Writing Prompt #001

Happy Easter weekend everyone! 

These days, putting words together to make coherent sentences has become rather difficult. So, in effort to make writing less excruciating, I’ve decided to start doing writing prompts at least once a month. Below is my first one. I know it’s a bit rough, feel free to offer suggestions on how to make my writing both better and easier. ENJOY!


Staring up at the moon always made me feel small. These days not much has changed. Only now, my frustration and anger has turned to rage and every full moon it pours out of body like clockwork.

I don’t remember the city street lights being so bright. I have to shut my eyes for a few seconds. I feel myself bump into a cloud of cheap beer and cigarettes. I open my eyes to find a twenty-something frat boy staggering away from me as he apologizes profusely. I can barely hear him over the excruciating sound of music coming from across the street. I initially despite it, yet it managed to bring me a few moments moment’s peace from the normal pulsating sound of my heart pumping blood to my body.

I strain to focus my eyes on the neon pink sign across the street in front of me. The Coven, it reads. Werewolves have always feared anything that had the slightest to do with witchcraft. No one wants to be cursed twice in one lifetime, right? Today, I felt lucky. Besides, what are the chances of an actual witch being inside?

As the front door opens, I get everything. The sound of the wind blowing past the flyers on the wall, the smell of the trash coming through the back door, the sound of the manager’s keys rubbing against his pressed blue slacks. It stops me dead in my tracks. I stand at the doorway with my eyes closed and my hands over my ears with my mouth open, gasping for air. It’s never been this bad. After I come down from a transformation, everything generally hurts. Usually I can shake it off by nightfall. But today, today was different.

I manage to gather myself before anyone notices the werewolf crawling into the fetal position at the doorway. I find the nearest seat at the end of the bar next to a middle-aged man in a three-piece suit. I’m sure he has a wife and kids to go home to. Yet, here he sits in this bar.

I place both hands firmly around my drink and close my eyes, hoping for one small moment of peace before losing myself at the bottom of a glass. Upon opening my eyes, I inadvertently make eye contact with a blonde two seats down from me. She politely smiles, I return the gesture.

I immediately look down after the close encounter only to notice the reddish-brown blotches underneath my fingernails. Now that I could see it, the smell of blood began to fill my nasal cavity and I can feel my eyes begin to transform into its wolfish-yellow hue.

I make a mad dash for the bathroom, tripping over my shoe laces and bumping into an overweight bus boy and a poorly placed juke box. I haven’t adapted to much of anything about living my life as a werewolf. The one thing I managed to get into a routine of was washing the blood off of me and my clothing after a transformation. Today should have been no different. The more I stare at the blotches the more I remember about how they got there. Flashbacks play in my head like a movie. Only there is no clear ending or resolution. Just faces, no names.

I look up to stare at my reflection in the mirror. The blood under my nails wasn’t the only thing I missed. There are pieces of dirt and grass embedded in my hair. My favorite leather jacket is ripped at the left-shoulder. I have a small gash above my right eye. Despite my injuries, I smile and let out a small giggle at my reflection.

No, today was definitely different. Today, I looked like a werewolf.


10 Ways to Get on Late Night Television

NBC’s new late night lineup is keeping people up past midnight all over the country these days. Both the Tonight Show starring Jimmy Fallon and Late Night with Seth Meyers have received a warm welcome to late night television from fans and critics alike. It’s no secret that Jimmy and Seth brought a new, younger, refreshing tone to the time slot than their predecessors. With the announcement of David Letterman’s retirement in 2015, late night television will once again be in a transition period with new host, Stephen Colbert.

If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent countless hours wondering what you could possibly do to land yourself a spot in the new landscape of late night television. So of course, what do I do when I can’t fall sleep? Brainstorm ways to get on late night television. Here are the first 10 items on the list. Yes, I have more…lots more.

P.S. Feel free to help me brainstorm new ways in the comments section. I’ll need all the help I can get.

For the Love of Money

Being the extreme procrastinator that I’am, I have a habit of leaving blog posts unfinished. As you’ll recall, last week I momentarily stood on my soap box to announce to the world that I had officially broken up with the sports industry…..momentarily.

After I finished my short, but well-stated rant, I came across an unfinished blog post about a conversation I had with a then-colleague of mine. A few months before our conversation, my colleague too had parted ways with the sports industry. Below is the unfinished and unedited blog post of my thoughts on someone else’s decision to leave the sports industry.

For the Love of Money 

Raise your hand if you’ve ever had to turn down an unpaid internship in your field of choice to accept a highly paid job in a respectable industry that  made you long for a root canal for 8 hours each day. Is your hand up?

Then you, my friend, understand the love of money. 

This dilemma came to my attention when speaking with a colleague of mine who left the word of sports business for a higher paying job outside of the industry. I’ve never been one of those people who said I just want to make a lot of money no matter what I actually end up doing. I’ve known several people who majored in accounting just because it meant having a reliable source of income. He says he won’t go back because he’s too accustomed to “the good life”.

As an intern, he was tired of being poor and was beyond ready to get away from that life. Well, aren’t we all, I thought. 

He says that he misses it everyday and wishes he could go back…..if they paid more. Am I being completely naive in thinking  that doing what I really want to do is worth more than a respectable salary? 

I want to live well and I don’t want to struggle. But does that mean I have to get out of the sports industry in order to do so? Honestly, I don’t think so. Call me naive, but a career is always going to be worth more than a job. An internship is supposed to be hard. It’s a weeding out path like those hardcore freshman courses in school. If you really wanted to do it, then you would. If it were easy everyone would do it. 
A bit of advice, don’t let the nay-sayers discourage you from your dreams just because they couldn’t stick it out past a few internships. If you’re like me and can’t imagine doing anything else then stay the course.  

You are not deterred by the love of money. 

At the risk of sounding like a hypocrite, I have to say that I did not agree with his reasons to leave then and I still don’t agree with them now. My temporary leave from sports was in part due to a small amount of frustration, however my decision was made easier because like most people, I have other passions. There are other industries that I wish to learn about.

The sports industry isn’t for everyone. It’s an industry that requires a lot of hard work, long weekends and lots of experience to break in to. No matter what industry I end up in, I know it won’t be because it’s a respectable industry with a reliable source of income.



A few days ago, a facebook “friend” asked me if I had “given up on the whole sports thing”?

You see how close this “friend” and I are, right?

Despite the horrible delivery, the question was valid. It’s true. I’ve decided to take a small break from the wide world of sports. After backtracking and trying to apologize for the horrible delivery, my “friend” asked why the sudden change of heart?

To be honest, I haven’t had a complete change of heart. I’ve only decided to explore other avenues. I still wish to work in entertainment, only this time I’m not narrowing my focus to just sports. I’ve recently taken a part-time job in radio, explored a career in television and even considered writing a book.

The major reason behind my move away from sports is simply because being the lowest person on the totem pole gets to be quite tiresome. As I work towards my degree, I realized that there aren’t a lot of opportunities for aspiring sports business professionals outside of unpaid internships. I’m still very much “college student broke” and can’t afford to take time away from jobs that are willing to pay me for my services.

Over the years, I’ve met many aspiring sports business professionals. One gentleman is pursuing his Master’s degree and recently attended the Manhattan Sports Business Academy. MSBA is a great summer program for aspiring sports business professionals. I even applied last year and got two interviews. One major problem; the program cost $10,000 for the summer.

One very smart young lady is up until 3am most nights, writing pro-bono articles for various sports sites, interning (for free), plus working, all while getting her Bachelors.

Both of these individuals have had to sacrifice quite a few things to get the experience that they need to succeed in the world of sports. I get it; I was them a month ago. My resume looks very nice if I may toot my own horn. Despite the padded resume, I’ve decided to explore careers that will allow me to live life on my own terms. Jobs that allow flexibility.

To reiterate:  I have not had a change of heart. I’m simply exploring my options.

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