So, no more than two months after I started the job, I left it. And I’m happier for it.
The short of it was that while I don’t mind working for nine hours at a stretch, I do mind spending three to four hours on the daily commute. It left me enough time to go home and pass out, and not enough time for a life.
I did put out a short story collection back in May – which has gotten two solid reviews – called You Really Should Reconsider That Chainsaw. You can get it on the Amazon Kindle Store for 99c, and I’m proud of how it turned out. It could’ve been better, of course, but there’s a point where you say enough’s enough, and just put it out there. So, I’m officially a self-published author!
So, the search begins again for work. I’ve also given up coffee and caffeine; they’ve been doing a number on my stomach. The jury is out as to whether the number is the cha-cha or the rumba.
As far as creative projects go, I’m back to work on a graphic novel script that I started last fall, and a new novel. I might revisit the one I did for NaNo, but there’s a lot wrong with it. A lot. As a writer, there’s things you show off to people, things that make you nervously scratch the back of your head, and things you never ever ever EVER let see the light of day.
For now, the NaNo novel falls in that last category.
So, as I try to find work, I’ll keep writing. And I might update this more than once every two months, which would be nice.