A few days ago I applied to write for an online art journal. In my application I had to fill out a form about myself, summarise my career so far and send an example of my work. The easiest part of this application was the word summarise, as my career is so limited, no summary was needed.
While I was in Singapore last week I wrote an article about an exhibition I saw at Dempsey Hill. When I read over the article yesterday I saw all of my mistakes and errors. I cringed.
I almost didn’t apply because I was so scared and did not feel like I was good enough to actually do the job. Now that I look over my application, it is clear that there is no way I will get the position. And yet I hope.
I really want this job. It would be fantastic. If I am successful, I will start writing exhibition reviews for the online Art journal straight away. I will also get paid for my work!! All I have to do now is wait for a response.
Oh, this is hard. I have taken myself out for lunch, partially to distract myself and partially reward myself for being brave enough to apply. At least I have somewhere nice to sit and wait and a sandwich to keep me company.