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Okay so after finding out that there are still live bodies at Live journal who are still reading posts and posting posts, I think I will be in here a little more often. I need a REAL journal damnit! This posting happy bright giddily-colored posts everywhere for the sake of my reading public, or my photography clientele is killing me. I need dark people, dark and dreary, and woebegone. At least I do right now.
I am still looking for a job in this God-forsaken economy. It is not fun, let me tell you. If you even so much as conceive the idea to quit your job, DON'T! The grass is NOT greener. I have about two more months before I will be in dire straits with house payments, and credit card people.
I have tried the garage sale thing, to no avail. i swear people do not want to buy anything! they want it for FREE. F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G Free! I couldn't give stuff away. Maybe it's just my sucky life right now. I never said I was a salesman.
The only bright spots at the moment are, Crooked Angel is slated for publication in like May of next year. And my editor is working on my edits for the next YA fantasy, Loran Rudder and the Secret Key, as I type. Woo hoo. Go me.
So post up in here and tell me your tales of woe. I need to take my eyes off myself for a little while.
I am still looking for a job in this God-forsaken economy. It is not fun, let me tell you. If you even so much as conceive the idea to quit your job, DON'T! The grass is NOT greener. I have about two more months before I will be in dire straits with house payments, and credit card people.
I have tried the garage sale thing, to no avail. i swear people do not want to buy anything! they want it for FREE. F-R-E-A-K-I-N-G Free! I couldn't give stuff away. Maybe it's just my sucky life right now. I never said I was a salesman.
The only bright spots at the moment are, Crooked Angel is slated for publication in like May of next year. And my editor is working on my edits for the next YA fantasy, Loran Rudder and the Secret Key, as I type. Woo hoo. Go me.
So post up in here and tell me your tales of woe. I need to take my eyes off myself for a little while.