So after a few very dramatic days: rain in the kitchen due to a flooded bathroom upstairs, a wasp sting to make me relive my anaphylactic shock of 22 years ago (only the memory, though) and a very quick rejection, regrouped. Had some quiet time, meditated, breathed, and was given the lead that I should try again, try harder, just stay focused and try. Given that in some ways it is insane to try (I am homeschooling my boys, Mike works full time, I am in the middle of my Master’s degree and we have no extended family or money for outside help) I was a little surprised that I should keep trying.

But I acknowledged the lead, got quiet, had a bit of a cry, and the seas parted: Mike took the boys on an extended day-long, two hour road trip to a lake where they stayed until 9:00 p.m. and I got to work: research, research, research and apply, apply, apply.

Thank God the applications are short but sweet on these things, because my forearm aches from the wasp sting. By the end of the day, my head ached, too. I had learned how to use In Design to make a nice, 5 page pdf of what I consider to be one of my “better” clips, I had edited a 1000 word interview to 523, I had found my resume (!) and I had found and applied to several writing gigs…and got 2 acceptances! Woot!

So now I am a suite.101 writer, and I am writing for Demand Studios, which, quite honestly sounds really good right now since they **pay** and pay quickly (so I’ve heard) And I write pretty fast, so I’m happy—the per word rate is so low as to make me depressed, but the hourly rate is pretty good, in other words.

Monday morning and I actually feel like I am “employed” sort of. But I have a paper due yesterday in my Group Process class, so I guess now it’s “I know he can get the job, Harry, but can he do the job” (from Joe Versus The Volcano) We’ll see.