On new beginnings
Posted on September 7, 2008
Filed Under daily drama, goalllllls!, living in the past |
This could also be called, ‘On not going in reverse.’
I’m still toying with feelings. Feelings are something I much prefer to avoid altogether. Shelve them deep and far away, where they cannot be accessed easily by chromatic, decimal or alphabetical system. I’m trying to file these…thoughts, but find the smile, the glimmer in his eyes, the gentle joking manner to be detrimental. That’s all about that. For now, at least.
Imagine how you’d feel waking up each morning with between one and a dozen bug bites. Gross, yes? Imagine a worse feeling, sitting and chatting online and feeling that creepy crawling that hasn’t left your skin for over five weeks and then you look down at the current itchy, hair-standing-on-end spot and see a vampire, tiny and full of it’s meals. Yes more than one.
Fuck this shit, I want out.
In happier pastures, where deer frolic and rainbows shower down winning lottery tickets, I have my first freelance writing gig since I decided that I wanted to be one who has freelance writing gigs. Isobel is starting daycare in nine days - the main reason being so that I could look for more writing (and well, cuz it’s easy, bookkeeping) gigs - going for six hours a week. And I’ve now got myself a job ghostwriting for about half of those hours.
The main goal being to build up to a nearly full-time income, from home or the office (aka Starbucks) by next June. August is when I’ve agreed to let the spousal support go, so I’ll have to replace that ‘income’ with real income. Get it? Forty percent of my ‘income’ will virtually disappear, so I’ve gotta make that up.
And if I’m not making it up every month, without fail, by June? I guess I’m looking at going back to cubicle hell.
This new gig? It’s 30% of that soon-to-be-missing ‘income.’ And the great thing? It’s so totally outside of my normal writing realm that I actually had to use my brain tonight, to write a fluffy, light-hearted, gay (meaning happy) article. And that can only make me better at this whole writing thing, right?
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Uh … just want to be the first smart arse in line really .. that’s all.
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Gross, yes.
I hope the freelance thing works out perfectly for you and you double that income you’ll lose. Wooooooooooo!
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*shudder* Thats just wrong, those bugs… ugh.
I am so proud of you for finding these writing gigs! You totally rock.
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Good job, finding writing gigs. As for me, I have no hair - or at least, none to speak of. I shave my head.
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Wow! I honestly can’t remember where I ran across your site, but I liked the name so I booked marked it. I jumped on today to read and was amazed that someone other than me is just started to freelance and is starting with a ghost writing gig and is a little overwhelmed about being out of her normal writing realm. A little freaky, don’t you think???
So… seriously, tell me about your gig. I am trying to get started and have kind of procrastinated a big, which isn’t good in the freelancing world. I am starting in earnest tomorrow, but seriously… I am more than a little overwhelmed. I need to just start and I am sure I’ll fall into the groove of it. But… why start when you can blog?
Anyway… tell me more. I’m interested to hear about your gig.
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I’m excited about this freelance thing, for you! Yay!
And, down with the bugs!!
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Congrats on your writing gigs!
Also I hate it when I remember a long forgotten draft that I could have used. Then I feel bad for it. Like I’ll hurt its feelings for not using it. Why are you looking at me like that?
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Yay. Congrats on your new gig writing fluff. Like that is so awesome! I am so proud of you hon. You will be great.
I am so proud of you . . . just remember, once it starts it’ll keep on coming if you work at it. And, you’ll be writing stuff that you feel so passionate about that you won’t be able to stop. Ever . . .
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Moving out? Option? It just seems to me like Infestation could be deemed a health hazard? It pisses me off, yo.
Job, though? Does not piss me off. Makes me happy for you. Kick ass, dude.
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fargin awesome post! you so said it, girl!!!
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Well I don’t know about the hair, mine’s pretty flat and boring, or those bugs (Fuck THAT!), BUT I’m so excited for you and this ghost writing! Yay!!!
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