Outline very thoroughly and then fill it in. When you get jammed, take a walk- your subconscious will resolve the issue. I once procrastinated on a book contract and had to do a 70,000 word book in thirty days. It can be done and it’s a decent book. Of course if you look at my site you’ll find that I don’t do 70,000 word books anymore and actually believe that nearly any non-fiction subject can be covered in one tenth of that- we were writing those 70,000 words to fit a physical format made for book store displays. It was an arbitrary amount that has no relevance these days as ebooks surpass print…
One size never fits all. As you apply for jobs, tailor your resume to the position’s requirements. Study the job opportunity announcement and emphasize the parts of your work history that match the qualification requirements listed there. It is important to portray your knowledge and skills as a match to the requirements of the position and demonstrate the ability to do the job. This is easy to do when you include your results, achievements and accomplishments. Minimize the use of technical jargon or specialized terminology (., military abbreviations) in your resume.
Mom would not allow cats in the house due to the horrendous flea debacle of last month. So I fed them outside. Soon we had a slew of them lounging around the patio, waiting for food. Mom told me to stop feeding them and eventually they disappeared.
“But mom, I want a pet! How about a bird?”
“Okay. But this is entirely your responsibility….” Blah blah blah. I didn’t hear the rest, I was thinking about what color parakeet I wanted.
At the pet shop the next day, I lingered in front of the kittens. But I knew we were there for a bird.
“Parakeets are easy. And you can train them to sit on your finger or your shoulder, just don’t get crapped upon.” A smile spread across her face. As I observed the birds, I saw a bright blue one looking at me. I rudely stuck my hand in the enclosure and all the birds flew away except the blue one. On the way home, mom asked me what to name him.
“Bluebell,” I when I told him his name, he chirped. He was a great bird. Moving from my finger, to my shoulder, then to the top of my head. The lady at the pet shop told me to be careful when we changed his cage. He could slip out the bottom and escape. So when I saw Bluebell trying to make a break for it, I cupped him in my hands.
He went eeek, and died in my hands.