A new year
So unemployment doesn't suit me. I feel like the laziest person on the planet because I have no job interviews yet. I know these things need time but someone's hang over should have cleared up enough to give me a call.
I've made some adjustments to my cover letter and resume to reflect my current status as well as not to sound so sucky. With the old version and the new one I've sent out to, at least, 26 companies. Today alone I applied to 4 jobs before I even got a shower in.
My home situation's okay for the moment. Nobody is on my back or making snide remarks. I'd like to think my parents realize alienating me isn't the route to go but, maybe, they're just thinking if they can't say anything nice they shouldn't say anything at all.
On book news I've got the first 5 chapters of Woven ready to be copy edited. My plan for the moment is to give Erek a stack of paper and a red pen to be used as he reads my shambles of imagination and ego aloud. I'm hoping to kick chapter 6's ass today so I can get it all into the old computer tonight/tomorrow. This is the least I can do. I can't control whether or not I'll get a call back but I can get my but moving with writing. It has been ALMOST A YEAR since the original manuscript was rejected and I'm just profoundly disappointed in myself to not have come farther in that time. I should be querying people, waiting for responses from editors and publishers but I'm still sitting on the same manuscript that failed me the first time. Not to mention my multiple failed attempts at starting a new writing project. It's like my imagination had boycotted until the elephant in the room called Woven clears out and gets on with its life.
Well. No more Misses Nice Author...
I think part of my deep disappointment and stagnation is why I haven't been more active in things like Literally Aspiring - which I hope to get over as soon as I feel like I've made personal progress.
I've made some adjustments to my cover letter and resume to reflect my current status as well as not to sound so sucky. With the old version and the new one I've sent out to, at least, 26 companies. Today alone I applied to 4 jobs before I even got a shower in.
My home situation's okay for the moment. Nobody is on my back or making snide remarks. I'd like to think my parents realize alienating me isn't the route to go but, maybe, they're just thinking if they can't say anything nice they shouldn't say anything at all.
On book news I've got the first 5 chapters of Woven ready to be copy edited. My plan for the moment is to give Erek a stack of paper and a red pen to be used as he reads my shambles of imagination and ego aloud. I'm hoping to kick chapter 6's ass today so I can get it all into the old computer tonight/tomorrow. This is the least I can do. I can't control whether or not I'll get a call back but I can get my but moving with writing. It has been ALMOST A YEAR since the original manuscript was rejected and I'm just profoundly disappointed in myself to not have come farther in that time. I should be querying people, waiting for responses from editors and publishers but I'm still sitting on the same manuscript that failed me the first time. Not to mention my multiple failed attempts at starting a new writing project. It's like my imagination had boycotted until the elephant in the room called Woven clears out and gets on with its life.
Well. No more Misses Nice Author...
I think part of my deep disappointment and stagnation is why I haven't been more active in things like Literally Aspiring - which I hope to get over as soon as I feel like I've made personal progress.