Sick of being an adult...
Sick of having so many unknowns in my life right now.
I tried to post this weekend, but got distracted. :(
Goal #1 of the afternoon: Update.
I've applied for >20 (>25?) jobs at this point, and no interviews since the twin May disasters. My article was selected for publication, but the freelance thing is not promising to offer the pay or recognition I crave. I'm increasingly convinced that I need to find my next job through networking...and uncertain about the amount of footwork it will take.
I'm just so frustrated with my current position.
I spent the first part of this month frantically stitching my novel into something I could show the critique group. I made it, but didn't have time to read it myself...and with the delays in getting it out, I wasn't sure how many people would have read it. The critique started with a direct "What are you trying to accomplish?" from the fearless, usually quiet 'male leader' of the group. He terrifies me because he's so quiet & on top of things...of course I came unglued, and most of the rest of the session consisted of them trying to soothe me.
According to them, the lack of plot is the biggest hurdle. It makes me feel somewhat better, but I'm going to pitch it at a conference next week and don't have energy for major revisions right now. I should make some progress before I go, and plan for the conference.
As far as adulting? I am going to complete the paperwork necessary to have my car towed (at last!!) so I can take it off my insurance.
I am going to find doctors & make appointments (I hope).
I tried to post this weekend, but got distracted. :(
Goal #1 of the afternoon: Update.
I've applied for >20 (>25?) jobs at this point, and no interviews since the twin May disasters. My article was selected for publication, but the freelance thing is not promising to offer the pay or recognition I crave. I'm increasingly convinced that I need to find my next job through networking...and uncertain about the amount of footwork it will take.
I'm just so frustrated with my current position.
I spent the first part of this month frantically stitching my novel into something I could show the critique group. I made it, but didn't have time to read it myself...and with the delays in getting it out, I wasn't sure how many people would have read it. The critique started with a direct "What are you trying to accomplish?" from the fearless, usually quiet 'male leader' of the group. He terrifies me because he's so quiet & on top of things...of course I came unglued, and most of the rest of the session consisted of them trying to soothe me.
According to them, the lack of plot is the biggest hurdle. It makes me feel somewhat better, but I'm going to pitch it at a conference next week and don't have energy for major revisions right now. I should make some progress before I go, and plan for the conference.
As far as adulting? I am going to complete the paperwork necessary to have my car towed (at last!!) so I can take it off my insurance.
I am going to find doctors & make appointments (I hope).