Yes, I know. It’s been a long time. Whatever, let’s move along.
Personal update: I have finally succeeded in my apparent attempts to become a total loser. Not only am I still unemployed, but I completed the Loser Trifecta in February by losing my apartment and my boyfriend, all in one fell swoop! So yay for me!
I’m expecting the award any day now. It had to be sent out for engraving, you know.
There’s just ... not a lot to say about this development. It was inevitable. I made a choice to pursue writing as a career, in spite of the stress it was obviously putting on my finances and my relationship. I will only say that I am still content with that choice, even living as I am now in my brunette sister’s spare bedroom, down the hall from the most inconsiderate step-nephew one could ever imagine, and the various skanks he parades past my locked door on a nightly basis.
So that says something.
On the subject of my employment (or lack thereof), I actually have been looking for a job. I started looking last September, as that was the one-year anniversary of my unemployment and I swore to devote one year solely to my writing. Let me tell ya ... and this may be a newsflash ... There are very few jobs out there, people. And nobody is responding to the resume’s I send for the few I do qualify for.
It’s kind of scary.
But let’s discuss what’s important. And no, I don’t mean the GOPs insane and inhumane budget proposals. I mean, of course, my novel. Or, more accurately my novels.