Day Job Hell

I found this, and it speaks better about what I am currently going through than I could. Enjoy.

Re-Vision

A few weeks ago, I was very disconcerted to discover that I no longer have perfect vision. While a display on eyesight at the Museum of Science is not the end all be all of ophthalmology, I muddled through the last three lines on the chart and decided it's probably time to start thinking about a trip to the real eye doctor. This has yet to occur, but I find it ironic, considering my metaphorical long-distance vision just keeps getting clearer.

This has been the best MFA residency yet. I feel like I have finally grasped the concepts of point of view, character development, and revision. I feel like I can actually make a career of this in one way or another. No, I don't know exactly what I'll be doing when I graduate one year from next weekend, but I do know that no matter what it is, I will be on the path to publication. Just a couple months ago I would have said that it would probably take me years to finally decide on a writing career, but I think I can finally see it on the horizon, even if the economy hasn't been too forgiving as of late.

Oh, and if this vision thing keeps up, I will probably be wearing sexy librarian glasses by then, too. That helps, right?

Another Kick

It's finally time to start trying to sync spending less money with eating less food and eating better food. Any additional kicks in the rear would be appreciated.

Kick in the Rear

There's nothing more motivating than being surrounded by people who are doing more for their careers than you are.

A side effect of that is that there's nothing to make you feel more lazy...

There is No Excuse for Not Blogging...

...however, since you're already here, I might as well give it my best shot.

In the past few weeks I have been coping with charging far too much on my first credit card (out of necessity), trying to prepare for school (which is next week), spending time with/packing with/saying goodbye to Myque, continuing to move up the chain in a job I really don't like or find satisfying, and trying to sell my car but continuously finding things wrong with it that I have to fix first (hence the credit card issue).

I have been writing, mostly in my journal, mostly at work, and mostly just to keep all the things I have to do straight in my head so I don't go insane.

As soon as my thoughts un-jumble a bit, and my heart stops pounding, and my feet stop hurting all the time, and my brain takes a rest, I will find something worthwhile to blog about. Until then, I need time to spew the stress onto actual paper with actual ink and hide it away so no one will have to endure listening to it, as I have just forced you to do.

My apologies.