I have recently met a young woman (40?) who is a freelance writer. I think that’s sort of intriguing. I began to think about trying my hand at freelancing. It seems that non-fiction is much more likely to be published. I immediately found a magazine that solicits articles from amateur gardeners. Hmmm, I really enjoy gardening, and I could certainly write about what not to do in the garden, but I don’t know that I’m really knowledgeable enough to write a “profile of a single plant species or cultivar, including a personal perspective on why it’s a favored plant.” (600 words).
The other two subjects that I know about are cooking and cats; however, it seems that most women don’t cook, and those who do, turn to the internet for recipes and culinary advice. That leaves cats.
I don’t know if dog lovers or cat lovers dominate in pet preference, but there are a lot of cat people out there. I have three: Isabella, Oliver and Stella. Oliver and Stella team up to capture all sorts of creatures. Today they brought a long, green-striped snake into the dining room through their cat door. It may be the same snake they’ve caught twice before. If so, he’s survived and seems to have grown longer. I managed to sweep him into a bucket before he slithered under the low (and heavy) hutch where they were taunting him. I then released him in the neighbor’s flower bed and sternly warned him to stay there. He could easily be snared again if he returns.