Friday, May 20, 2011

Da Boss says GET BACK TO WORK!!!

After 4 days living the live of a penitent in Migraine Land, I woke this morning clear-headed and anxious to get back to work.

So I started up my instant boss and set him for eight 30 minute sessions. Who or what is my instant boss you ask?

  • He came from here:
  • He is a slightly more sophisticated version of an egg timer, and he keeps me on the straight and narrow.
  • He is a physical manifestation of my sub-conscious desire to keep working.
  • He also reminds me to get up every 30 minutes and walk around - something it is very easy for writers to forget!

Peyton will be happy I am back in the saddle - he has tried to be patient with me during the synaptic revolution, but the fact that the students have left the barricades and we can get back to work is a relief!

The Boss is clearing his throat; I've got to go!

Monday, May 16, 2011

Demons Live in my Head

There are very few things that can stop the stories in my head.

Once, for a period of years, I stopped writing or telling them. I dammed up my mouth, clouded my eyes, and stoppered my ears. The stories trickled out through the cracks in ever increasing volume until a great flood of pent up creativity nearly drowned me.

Today, I have a migraine. The only force in nature that can stop my creativity at the source.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Unemployed is Just Another Word for Full Time Writer

I've lost another job, and when I was summarily handed my walking papers on Monday without notice, a little part of me jumped up and said Squeee!!!

I have the worst luck when it comes to jobs. This last one, for instance, was the perfect job - I had all the right skills, it paid well, there was opportunity for advancement, it was only part time work for the first year, with an anticipated rise to full time over the summer - in short, it would pay the bills, give me something interesting to do and allow me to finish my novel all at once.

What I didn't anticipate was a boss (who hired me to take over) unwilling to allow another person to take over. Yep, it was classic internal conflict played out in uncomfortable office politics. It seems the boss had imagined handing the organization off to a clone of himself, and when I didn't fit the mold things became dicey. So, a few 'missteps' in funding applications, a few 'crossed wires' with sponsors and suddenly there is no money to pay me, so vwla la - I am done for.

I should be sad. I should be concerned for the future. All I can think is: Woot! I can write all day every day until I find another job!

My work life is in shambles, but my personal life is rock solid and the Novel is on-track for being hard-edited and ready to submit by July - earlier if I don't find work right away.

One benefit to not being able to afford food - dieting is easy!