And so we have hit the slice of my calendar marked “The Cliffs of Insanity.” For the next two weeks my days are packed – there are meetings to go to, there are house-cleanings prior to the arrival of guests, there are trips to the airport, and through a variety of circumstances there are now job interviews to attend.
I generally don’t talk about being unemployed online because a) it’s a downer and no-one needs to hear me whinging; and b) because the spam-bots come a-calling as soon as you say the word “unemployed” in an effort to convince you that you too can make thousands of dollars for a big company if you only you send them one…little…e-mail. Besides which, there’s only so many body-shots your ego can take, and when you’re skill-set largely covers “writing” and “reading” and “saying semi-intelligent things about a select sampling of the Gothic literary movement” your ego takes a battering in the current job market.
Tomorrow I’ve got an meeting for a job I rather want, though. ‘Tis a rare feeling to actually look forward to the interview.
Current Writing Metrics
Consecutive Days Writing (500+ words): 9
New Short Stories Sent Into the Wild: 9/30
Rejections in 2010: 16/100
Black Candy Word Count (Finish Date: 31st August)
<- Not accurate, but I’m in a hurry, so this will be updated later.