I just learned "vomited" only has one T

Dear Blog,

I came here to share the exiting news that I had received my first check for freelance writing. I also planned to share with you an enthralling, heartbreaking parable illustrating what it feels like to finally be paid to write.

Then I remembered I worked as a technical writer for a year after graduating college. So, yeah, they paid me (a lot more than this silly little freelance job) to write and I didn't even realize it.

The moral of this story is that writing is writing and money is money. (I prefer morals that don't actually mean anything and leave you feeling the uneasy desire for actual wisdom.)

On an unrelated note, I "blog[ged] it up" (translation: "vomited a poem") on Google Docs. Okay, I'm a day late, but nobody's paying me to write silly poems about sunshine. And yet, I still manage to have posted one. What I haven't managed to do is ignore the fact that whenever I write a poem it seems to support moral viewpoints that I do not. Also, you already know how betrayed by meter and rhythm I feel.