On Coffee Cups and Careers
Have a cup of coffee? Looks
inviting, doesn't it? If you were here, we'd have a cup, or
maybe two. How do you take yours?
Black? Yeah. My dad told me that black is the only
way to drink coffee, and I believe it. (I am aware, however, that the coffee in that cup above has been adulterated with some weakening substance, perhaps cream. Probably has sugar in it, too.) These days, with the
vicissitudes of advancing years--don't you love that word vicissitudes?--I limit myself to
one cup unless I know I won't be more than a few feet away from a bathroom for the rest of the day!
(Need I say more?)
My name is Louise Gilbreath. I'm of a "certain
age," and that will be enough said on that subject. I was a professional
writer for more than 40 years. Professional means
I got paid for writing what someone else wanted me to write. Most of my words
were printed or published, but by any standard they were not exciting words
unless you are passionate about medical benefits or small town police
reports. With a degree in journalism and English, I was editor and reporter for
suburban daily newspapers--towns of 30,000 people or so, on the cusp of
population explosions in the 1960s--in the Dallas/Fort Worth area.
Subsequently, for almost 30 years, I was a writer/editor/newsletter
supervisor/manager for communications organizations in large companies,
primarily aerospace and defense. I retired from the corporate world and have
been self-UNemployed as a one-woman shop telecommuting and doing the same kind
of work that I did for my employer.
As the muse or something
stupid on TV inspires me, I plan to continue
to post new pieces on this Web site. Soon I am sure I will learn how to do
Click on "blog" at the
top of the home page to see if I have figured it out.