today, banging out 1,000 words about a lawnmower for Horticultural Mechanisation Principles while trying not to giggle. If my writing professors could only see me now, I’m sure they’d be proud of just how eloquently I can describe the sinuous curves and shiny bonnet of a brand new ride-on. To say nothing of the stunning sense of power felt under the seat as one shears through acres of green Scottish turf.
If this horticulture career fails, maybe I can get a job writing copy for John Deere?
Actually, John Deere has a magazine called The Furrow! (I’m a garden-loving writer who thinks it would be an awesome job.) So don’t rule it out.