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Clickity-tappity . . .
Nov. 22nd, 2010 09:04 pmSo, I guess it's time I answered the question that I'm sure is on your mind right now: "Who is this strange person and how did she wind up on my friends list?"
Yeah, so, it's been a while. I've been BUSY. When I haven't been busy, I've been kinda recovering from the busy and getting the hang of the busy.
Last month, every possibly extension of unemployment benefits ran dry for me, so I had to hit up my parents to cover the mortgage payment. This wasn't particularly fun for me and even less fun for my parents, who presumably hadn't counted on still needing to support their daughter by the time they'd retired.
November, I took something I'd been using as a sort of hazy supplement to my income and turned it into a full-time job. I wish I could say it was something marvelous like writing or selling my artwork, but not yet. That, I hope, comes later. Instead, I am editing and sorting titles out of search terms for an online media company. After about three weeks of it, I've worked out most of the kinks and it's paying me roughly what I was making on unemployment (slightly more when I get in the groove of it.)
I learned a lot about myself and about what I was capable of. But the one thing I learned beyond a reasonable doubt is that I don't want a regular job anymore. I want to do something like this, where I can wear whatever I want, fix lunch in my own kitchen, take a nap at three in the afternoon if I really need it, listen to whatever music I feel like without fear of upsetting anybody and above all be completely myself without getting in trouble for it.
Obviously, this wasn't easy news to break to the nice people who are still covering my health insurance and periodically sighing and writing checks when another catastrophe hits. But I did my best to explain that constantly glancing over my shoulder in search of a paralegal job that I don't even want in the first place was impeding my ability to put my energy into things that would simultaneously make me money and make me happy.
I have a lot of crazy ideas for my artwork that I want to implement. I still have to refine what I'm doing in many ways but now I can do so without letting the mental gremlins talk me out of it on the basis that I need to do more important things.
Oh, and I also have it in my head that I'm going to complete NaNoWriMo this year. I'm about a week behind and I should probably get a little more work done on it now.
So, yeah, that's the update. I'm going to be shamelessly plugging my artwork in this and every other social media space I occupy, now that my survival is on the line, so my apologies in advance. I'll try to at least be entertaining in my desperation.
Today I took pleasure in sweeping the floor in a break between title edit sessions.
Today I learned they've gotten the artwork ready for the new Duran Duran album. It's sort of odd to think about how much I don't care.
Yeah, so, it's been a while. I've been BUSY. When I haven't been busy, I've been kinda recovering from the busy and getting the hang of the busy.
Last month, every possibly extension of unemployment benefits ran dry for me, so I had to hit up my parents to cover the mortgage payment. This wasn't particularly fun for me and even less fun for my parents, who presumably hadn't counted on still needing to support their daughter by the time they'd retired.
November, I took something I'd been using as a sort of hazy supplement to my income and turned it into a full-time job. I wish I could say it was something marvelous like writing or selling my artwork, but not yet. That, I hope, comes later. Instead, I am editing and sorting titles out of search terms for an online media company. After about three weeks of it, I've worked out most of the kinks and it's paying me roughly what I was making on unemployment (slightly more when I get in the groove of it.)
I learned a lot about myself and about what I was capable of. But the one thing I learned beyond a reasonable doubt is that I don't want a regular job anymore. I want to do something like this, where I can wear whatever I want, fix lunch in my own kitchen, take a nap at three in the afternoon if I really need it, listen to whatever music I feel like without fear of upsetting anybody and above all be completely myself without getting in trouble for it.
Obviously, this wasn't easy news to break to the nice people who are still covering my health insurance and periodically sighing and writing checks when another catastrophe hits. But I did my best to explain that constantly glancing over my shoulder in search of a paralegal job that I don't even want in the first place was impeding my ability to put my energy into things that would simultaneously make me money and make me happy.
I have a lot of crazy ideas for my artwork that I want to implement. I still have to refine what I'm doing in many ways but now I can do so without letting the mental gremlins talk me out of it on the basis that I need to do more important things.
Oh, and I also have it in my head that I'm going to complete NaNoWriMo this year. I'm about a week behind and I should probably get a little more work done on it now.
So, yeah, that's the update. I'm going to be shamelessly plugging my artwork in this and every other social media space I occupy, now that my survival is on the line, so my apologies in advance. I'll try to at least be entertaining in my desperation.
Today I took pleasure in sweeping the floor in a break between title edit sessions.
Today I learned they've gotten the artwork ready for the new Duran Duran album. It's sort of odd to think about how much I don't care.
