Thursday, September 29, 2005

Crunch time

Lounging on her couch (two days left and counting), cup of Earl Gray in one hand, strange and fantastic book in the other, I'm thinking this whole out-of-work business isn't half-bad. Yes, Ashtray and I have officially parted ways, and I haven't ruled out sending her a (truly) constructive email in response to her sorely ineffective management style. I won't really do this. Thirty minutes from now when I'm wading through the morning's editorial job postings, I'll second-guess myself. I've set my goal at two to three applications per day, which is pretty modest I know, but me and cover letters have a tedious relationship.

The reality is I'll land yet another mind-numbing temp job before greatness eventually comes my way. And honestly, this is fine. Fine because I've never been so ready and willing to write my little heart out, and when I'm writing steadily, I'm apt to make sacrifices--i.e, nine-to-five satisfaction--in other areas. Alongside the RW story, I've churned out two essays (one for RW--fingers crossed--and another for some other wellness mag, not yet sure which). Then, in interviewing the last of my RW sources last week, I was presented w/ a great lead for a story I may pitch to Self or another mag of its ilk. But my proudest writing moment of late: a short piece of fiction that essentially came out of nowhere. Whacked me on the head (or, in the head) and demanded I write it. Love when that happens. And I thought making stuff up was outside my game...

More on the current housing situation later. Suffice it to say there's a good deal of adrenaline involved.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 9:39 AM