The intrigue of irony

Received an email just yesterday from the Deputy Editor of a publication that I interviewed at previously. It's been about 5 months since then, so it's rather surprising that they should write me again on the possibilities of an interview.

Funny how life goes. The timing of things. It's really hard to determine what will happen when, so I guess the best way to make the most out of things is to be openminded and willing to consider whatever it is that comes along your path. And to also be prepared to let go of things you wanted but are either not really meant for you or which is beyond your control to attain. 

At the time when I originally applied to the publication I mentioned earlier, I had limited my scope of job preferences to working for a magazine. At that point in time, I would have not considered business writing nor being a journalist (the 2 jobs which I applied for recently contained these elements). So it's really quite amusing to note how my perspective has changed, and how the opportunities have also both closed and opened at various points in time. 

The irony of it all. 

But in any case, I'm mostly happy. I still have trouble answering that dandy question most people love to ask about where I'd like to be in 5 or 10 years' time career-wise, but it's not for a lack of vision. Rather, I'd like to say I'm open to all sorts of options. I'd still like to be writing, but I don't really want to put a lid on things and say that I'll only want this or that. Let's just see what God brings along and what life ends up offering me.

While we're on the topic, I was thinking... why do people use the term "irony" to describe such circumstances? Why not "coppery" or "steely" or "zincy"? 

And if you wanted to expand this idea further, why not "plasticy" or "spongey" instead? What's so ironic about iron? How is it that it's gotten itself labelled as a word to depict peculiar or unexpected coincidences?

On other matters, it's now November, which makes it Nanowrimo month. I must confess initially I felt rather lazy to even consider doing it, but after another round of contemplation yesterday, I decided to take it up. Teehee. I have my doubts though, whether I'll actually be capable of completing a Nanowrimo novel (I have a long and regretful history of being inconsistent in completing stories - both long and short). But I suppose, nothing tried, nothing gained. 


Anyhow, November is my favourite month, so I hope there'll be some magic to spare over the next 30 days. (Why, you might ask? Well, because it's the month I came into existence in this world a good many years ago). So here's to the hopes of a fantastic, memorable November! May it find you well and thriving too :)