Growing up I never understood the fascination with magazines and yet at the same time I was one of those hypnotized. I would sit and flip (and tear) the pages of my mum's glossy pages and always wish for something more then tabloid rubbish. It was around the age of ten when I started asking her to buy more Vogue and other fashion directed magazines. But my hunger didn't stop at fashion, I would sift through the dry pages of my Grandparent's Reader's Digest too. It is now I look back and realize, I was born a glossy page, reading, writing addict.
The only difference between then and now, I write for them. Well I hope too anyway if they give me a chance. I remember when I first told a family member I was doing a journalism course, they replied with 'I could imagine you darting after Britney Spears with a camera and getting her loose weave on camera'. I was upset he thought that is what I would be doing.
In my mind their are the savvy, career hungry ones who fly off to anywhere like Iraq or Pakistan and are filmed or write in the secluded,dirt filled trenches.
And the fashion forward women with their perfect sleek hair, hand bags wedges into the crease of their arm as they strut off in their sky high heels and designer flats to look at Galiano's new season line.
The one's who sit at home all day with their kids and casually type away their thought's and do the well written research article's we all end up in tears over.
There are so many more I can imagine, but how would I ever fit into one of them? I still don't know. But I do know, I only write about thing's I love or feel passionate about and I only ever write in my style. Except when a subject dictates otherwise, but I still inject my personal little needle of adrenalin into it.
Sometimes when I read a magazine I feel like one person has written every single article in the whole front to back glossy. And I realize I sound just like them when I sometimes write, but maybe that will bring me closer to being accepted. But maybe it won't.
I always try and read every single article in every magazine I pick up. No matter how badly written or boring it is. It is a habit I like to get into. I accept all writing.
And yet I want to be an Editor some day. I won't be able to read every single submission or answer every email. But at the same time, what about those poor girls (and boys) who pour their hearts into the letters and email sent to Editor's they admire. And the excitement that runs through every inch of them when they see a reply, but it is from the secretary or personal assistant of that idol.
I did just that to Australian Vogue Editor in Chief Kristie Clements. I always end up calling her Kirstie and have to Google to check. I am not sure why. Well, I wrote to her, saying how I want to be just like her. Well now I don't. I got her personal assistants reply. I felt the fire go out in heart but then I studied up on Anna Wintour. She is by far my favourite editor. Although known as a bit of a stiff and a serious person, she is professional but has a private life.
But whether it is the life for me..who knows and I guess we will see.
Keep writing.
AccidentlySarah xxx
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