I’ve written a lot of words this week, though almost none of them have been on any of my current writing projects. No, I’ve written exercises for job interviews and I’ve written thank you emails. I’ve written instructions for Pride training sessions and I’ve written a lot of emails to do with Pride or job
This time of year is my busy season. Being out of work hasn’t eased any of it, in fact, in a lot of ways it’s made it harder, busier. Looking for work is a full time job, as they say. Add in the work I do for SF Pride, and some freelance editing, not to
Happy Saturday, Readers! I’ve spent most of this week on the job hunt, and it’s starting to show signs of paying off. I’ve had three phone interviews with one company and have an in-person interview with a different one on Monday. I’m hoping I am gainfully employed before the first of June. In the meantime,
There is something special about losing yourself in the wilds, even if you’re still within the city limits. Walnut Creek has a number of designated “open spaces” where the grasses and flowers are allowed to grow wild, where wildlife is protected, and trails crisscross throughout them, making them a great place to forget the modern
I’ve been struggling all day to come up with something to write about today that wasn’t just about my terror over money and work, or the impatience of not knowing when or if the unemployment information would come through, or how I’m going to manage healthcare costs if I’m not employed before the end of
Sometimes, just when you think you have it all figured out, life comes along and delivers a solid punch right to the gut. That was my life this week. I’d just gotten a nice raise. I had my budget for the next six months sorted, giving me all the spending money I would need for
Today is the first day of May. May Day. Beltane. It is a holy day of promise for the future, a day of planting seeds for the harvest to come. This is a day that celebrates spring, when the youngest flowers bloom and the air is filled with the light fragrance that whispers of the
As someone who has their hands on a keyboard approximately 12 to 14 hours per day, it is unsurprising that I have chronic pain issues in my arms/hands. Some days it is barely noticeable among the cacophony of other pain issues in my body. Other days, like today, it becomes a screaming symphony that demands
I was reminded this morning that kindness changes people. I was already in a pretty good mood as I set out for work this morning…it’s warm enough to not need a jacket, the sun was starting to rise, and I took some time to make myself feel pretty this morning (I put on makeup). As
Today is the submissions deadline for the short story anthology that I am editing for the Sirens Conference, a benefit anthology that will help defray the costs of running a conference like this one. This year we opened up submissions to include poetry and flash fiction, as well as the short stories we’ve always accepted.
