Sometimes something comes of it, sometime no. Still, if you’re reading this, maybe this message is meant for you.
When I started out at Matador, it was because Tom Gates found me at a Couchsurfing party in Buenos Aires entertaining people will my foul mouthed stories, bitching about how hard it is to get a writing job that pays anything at all, and puzzling over what I should do. He said, “I work for Matador. You can write an article for my page. Let’s work out some ideas.”