Lila stretched out in her chair, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. Her screen was cluttered with several web browser tabs- something that hadn't occurred in a long while, not since she left university. But the search was fruitful at least, she thought, closing one or two tabs that were irrelevant to her interests.
Over the last five days she had read all the food-related writing she could get her hands on. Op-eds, blogs, food based i********: accounts... If it involved food, she read it. On top of that, she had also looked at various resources on how she could write about food for a living. It wasn't the easiest thing since it meant a lot of writing to magazine editors and such and potential continual rejection on top of it, but it also wasn't some mythical goal she could never reach either.
