Finding My Enoughness

Creating under capitalism

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Last night I was rewriting my CV in order to apply for an editorial position at a literary magazine.

Several writers had sent me their CVs so I could have a clear idea of what the CV is meant to be. I’ve always been intimidated by these formal genres, mostly because I didn’t grow up in an environment where anyone I knew had ever written a CV, but also because I have always had trouble adhering to particular genre expectations. I want to do things my own way.

But a CV and resume and cover letter— these things are essential for navigating the world as an artist and writer.

As I read through the CVs, my heart broke a little bit. All of the writers, none of whom are that much older than I am, had lists of publications over a page long, plus their published books. I chastised myself for focusing more on pitching stories to non-litera…