I'm off to volunteer at Quatrefoil in about fifteen minutes. I don't think I'm going to last very long there. You can ask my family, but I'm not in a very sociable mood. (I would actually have said no to this, but I haven't been able to go for the last few weeks, and so I felt guilty). Plus, Shawn had to make a same-day appointment at the doctor's. She's developed a fluid filled lump on her elbow (
bursitis?) But since I'm the one who harassed her to make the appointment, I can't complain that I need to cut my day short to take her in. (Well, I CAN, but it seems disingenuous.)
And I didn't have big plans for the day, anyway.
I was thinking about starting a short story. Every once and a while, I go trolling through the anthology listings at
ralan.com. Yesterday morning, I found something that seemed like a fun idea--post-apocalypic military horror--and I did some brainstorming with the ladies over coffee and got a pretty good plot idea that's percolating right now in my head. I'd much rather stay home and do that than deal with... people, even the nice people at the Q.
Although I will say that the idea of horror and post-apocalypic stuff are really depressing... I mean, we kind of live in a horror apocalyptic world right now.
On the other hand, I got a lead on a job yesterday that's pretty exciting. I can't say too much about it, because the actual listing hasn't been posted yet, but a friend of mine alerted me to work as an acquiring editor (non-fiction) for a local publisher. It would be a good fit for me, actually. So I polished off my resume and sent it off. Fingers crossed.