Kelly Gibbons, artist and writer, about me

Thursday, December 11, 2003

Dec. 11, 2003

I am officially a writer. I finished my freelance assignment and at the moment the Editor I was working with has no more outsourcing work. So as of yesterday, my sole source of income is as a writer. I thought that would freak me out, but it didn't (at least for today).

Maybe it's because I still have two checks coming, or maybe it's because my husband is so supportive about this. I even talked to him about going back to my old job on a temp basis because they are in their busy season and he said not to do that. He doesn't want to see me take a step back. Or maybe it is because I am really starting to believe in myself and I know I can make this work...saying I'm a writer doesn't sound like such a fantasy anymore, it is beginning to sound real.

Now about NYC:
We had an awesome time. New York City at Christmas time is a must see. The store windows are so festive and the tree at Rockefeller Center is magnificent, TV does not do it justice. I love the energy of the city, it makes me feel so alive. Shopping on the other hand is definitely out of my league-Much too expensive!

I don't know if it is a vibes I give off or that I have a friendly face, but everywhere I go someone has to talk to me. It is actually a joke in my family. New York was no exception. We decided to ride the subway, and since I have only done that one other time, I am not an expert. I really have no idea what train goes where, but I figured a clerk would tell us. However, when we went down into a station, there was no clerk there. We were standing there deciding what to do and a woman tapped me on the shoulder, "Where you going?"
"Uh, SOHO," I replied.
"You wanna go on the 1 and the 9, that's a block over on 7th. Ask the clerk where to go, don't ask the people, they lie. Ask the clerk. Make sure you go downtown, not uptown. Make sure you go downtown." She even followed us up to the street repeating "Make sure you go downtown," as she pointed us to the right terminal.

We purchased the tickets for the train and when the train marked "1" arrived we started getting on. I was last and just before I got on, I had a funny feeling it was not the right train, and said out loud, "Wait that says the Bronx, aren't supposed to go downtown."
A lady on the train yelled, "This is uptown."
I screamed, "Get off! Get off! This is the wrong train."
Everyone jumped of and two seconds later the door closed. The six of us just stood on the platform laughing. We had almost sent four girls (ages eleven to thirteen) off on a subway alone. Finally we found the right train, but we still weren't 100% sure where to get off. We didn't have to worry, because a gentleman on the train must have overheard us, and as he was exiting he said to me, "You want to go three more stops, it's the stop after Christopher."

Thanks to strangers it all worked out. I call these angel moments. They happen all the time especially when I'm traveling. I have been in some bad situations, but I've never panicked and someone has always been there to save me.

I could go on and on. I Love NY!

posted by Kelly @ 12/11/2003 04:57:00 PM

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