I’m not going to lie, this new job is killing me. I haven’t written more than a few words (of course, not on any of the things I have been writing, no, Brain decided that we needed more sci-fi in our writing and has offered me space!vampire!pirates…I don’t know sometimes…) and my stress level is
I came back from my amazing trip to Austin to start a new job, in a new industry that I know nothing about and may well be beyond my ability to grasp. But I’m trying. Week 2 and I’ve already had to take a sick day because I caught a cold, but hey, I’m pretty
Last weekend I was in Austin celebrating a friend’s birthday, and getting to see a cousin I haven’t seen since we graduated high school together. It was a fabulous long weekend that started on Wednesday. The mini-vacation included getting to hang in the pool and spend lots of hours catching up with my cousin and
Yesterday was not a good day. I was feeling all over aches, bloating, nausea, stiffness in my back….just yuck. As the day went on, I developed a headache and then, shortly after I had a little dinner, I threw up everything my tiny stomach could possibly hold. I went to bed knowing that I would wake
Here we are on the other side of Pride month. My work on the anthology is complete and turned in, I have only a small amount of Pride paperwork to finish, the new job is starting to settle in. That must mean it’s time to get my “normal” life back, right? For some value of
Pride week. Second week on the new job. Deadlines for writing and editing. Yeah, it’s been a week. And it’s only Wednesday! I turned over my writing and editing stuff to all the various people who I needed to get it to early this morning, seeing as I was awake at 5 am, even though
Oops! I seem to have missed a couple of posts there last week! Sorry about that. Truth is, job hunting and Pride have eaten up all of my time lately. The good news is that I’ve landed a job that is paying me well, and not taking up all my time, and once I’ve gotten
There is no denying that I am super stressed out about finding a job, and that stress has sent my muse packing on what I am hoping is just a quick get-away to someplace nice and warm. Otherwise, she’s just running from the stress, and who knows when she’ll be back? The truth is, everything
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
