Tuesday, May 03, 2005
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Books, food, friends, and Virginia Woolf. "I spare you the twists and turns of my cogitations, for no conclusion was found on the road to Headingly, and I ask you to suppose that I soon found out my mistake about the turning and retraced my steps to Fernham."--Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
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I think it depends on how the vocation ended up being found. For example, if your friend went on a hike through the Colorado Rockies, then maybe "Outside" or "Sierra," but if the epiphany came in a psychologist's office, then maybe "Psychology Today."
Basically, I think "vocation" is too large a category to really define what an essay is about.
Thanks, Dave. It's not a magazine piece, it's truly an essay in the old-fashioned sense of the word and needs to be in a little magazine, I think: a Kenyon Review-type place, I'm thinking. So that it's not geared toward any one vocation, it's about the process of coming to find a vocation, about vacillating between wanting a career (traditionally compensated) and a vocation (non-remunerative but spiritually important). It's literary and personal and philosophical. Does that make more sense?
"Does that make sense?"
Yeah. Sounds like my life.
Gosh, I don't know the answer then. I'm too lazy to search for pubs like that, so writing like that always ends up on my blog. Or I get some crazy idea of a larger-scale project (like this one) that never gets off the ground.
You could try Salon.com's life section
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