As I’ve informed earlier, I quit my day job (okay, I get so much bored of writing about this too many times) and made my mind up to have my very own business.

Now I’m proudly announcing that I’ve just launched my bi-monthly electronic magazine, Gorgeous Inspirations.

Actually (and technically), I have had established it approximately two years ago, when I was still studying at uni. At the time, I just wanted to start something (I always dream of owning a print-published magazine--besides writing my books, but it wasn’t that simple, obviously), so I took my extremely first small step: having a magazine-blog.

Not long after that, I decided to apply my humble knowledge on basic HTML, and then a web site was created as a bi-monthly online magazine.

Later on, my previous teaching job sucked too many of my time, I determined to transform the web site into a ‘serious’ Wordpress blog (no longer hosted by a free blog hosting) whilst rummaging around of how to create a magazine in PDF format.

I found a free PDF software (since it’s free, I can’t get special features of the concerning PDF format), eventually, so I made my first ‘semi-real’ magazine in that format. This time it’s semi-profit-oriented (nobody really support me financially, that’s why). But you know what, if I weren’t in this lack-of-cold-hard-cash state, I would do the magazine for free, why not? It’s my passion, after all.

Apart from the magazine, I even feel that I need to sell most of my books from my shelf as well. Yeah, I’m that badly in need of notes.

About a week ago, a friend I met at a journalistic training three years ago, suggested me to apply to a brand new newspaper company as a journalist. Being aware of my current condition, frankly speaking, I was so tempted to follow what my friend proposed. I mean, come on, despite the fact that I'm kind of 'broke', I was once the editor-in-chief of one student organization’s magazine and I attended a quality journalistic training program in which Janet Steele taught us, I’m destined to take the job--but after a few days of considering and a bit of contemplating, I came to a decision to say no. I had visualized how the job would be, what I would do every day, and the consequences… I guess the job isn’t for me. Don’t want to repeat my previous bad job experience, absolutely.

Well, at least I’ve made some actions (I didn’t even think about telling about this to my parents--let them think that I’m truly jobless and never try to act to be more productive, for all I care).

Diar
www.gorgeousinspirations.com