I’ve gotten so used to having my entire mornings to myself. Today I have to get ready for a job interview. Before that I have to drive to Smyrna to do something for a friend. But afterward, I have a job interview. I’m trying to be upbeat about it, and I keep repeating “beggars can’t be choosers” in my head, but am I really a beggar?
I’m trying to create this new life, this new job, and it’s just taking longer because I’m trying to do it while everything else in this country is tanking.
That’s all, right?
I shouldn’t be down on myself because I’m trying to start up my own business at the worst possible time in history since the ’30s?
Oh, and in case, oh blogger world, I haven’t shrieked excitedly in person about this news, I have some:
– My Favorite employer (friend) is moving to Berkeley at the end of the summer. I’m a little bummed but I’m so happy for her. Imagine! The (arguably) most liberal area of the country! Here’s the best part – I get to fly out to see her in November for a few days. I’ve never been to California and I’m so stoked.
– Rosemary, founder of the Zona Rosa writing groups I attend once a month has invited me to come to next year’s AWP conference as an assistant/helper/Zona Rosa supporter. It’s a massive literature conference, and next year it’s in Denver. This is a dream for me. An absolute dream.
I am trying. I have a wonderfully positive group of friends who are behind me 100 percent. I’m writing a column for Georgia Writers, I’m attending networking groups to try and get my name out there, I posted my business card at local coffeehouses hoping writers would find them. I wouldn’t say I’ve exhausted all my avenues, but I’m walking daily on them. What do you do as a hungry fisherman with no bite?
Me? I refuse to starve.