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Aug. 6th, 2008 10:36 amOogh so tired. Stayed up longer than I meant to writing TM prompt responses and the first installment of my La Llorona based fic. Which has become either generic Dresden fanfic instead of the RP plot point originally thought (she popped up in my head and proceeded to creep everyone out, so no big loss there) or just generic fic. Jury's still out. And then proceeded to wake up and write another TM prompt. I have no idea why or where this one is going, it just happened.
( I bring you fic )
Inventory continues, although right now I procrastinate by making this LJ entry and emailing people to tell them their stuff has shipped. So it's not really procrastinating since at least half of that is my job. Hah.
I think I've had a mini revelation regarding writing. It was one thign to write, to try to get published, to continually get rejection letters (which are still fucking depressing) when the only alternative was to go full time at a job I loathed beyond Carrot Top, reality TV, and Dubyah. But it's another thing entirely to write, to try to get published, when writing isn't my best ticket out. When I'm working at a job I actually enjoy with people I love. Sure, getting published would be great. The need isn't half so desperate. And there are other things open to me now, such as eventually (if more people join in because no way in hell am I doing this on my own) taking over the business. In ten or fifteen years.
So, maybe writing will be easier for me now. Less stress. Less pressure. More writing stories and having fun and submitting and polishing and submitting, and less flipping out because I'm almost out of potential agents on my book and no one will publish me.
Um. Mostly that's about it for today. Or at least until lunch, which. Heh. I need to stop running up to the corner market for a sandwich or a cookie. Money's going to be tight this month between bills and rent, and paying down my credit card by large chunks, which, while good for my overall debt? Bad for my pocketbook. I think I'm going to make it through this month paying bills with about 200$ to spare.
But on the other hand I should be free of credit card debt by the end of the year. And that'll be a nice feeling.
( I bring you fic )
Inventory continues, although right now I procrastinate by making this LJ entry and emailing people to tell them their stuff has shipped. So it's not really procrastinating since at least half of that is my job. Hah.
I think I've had a mini revelation regarding writing. It was one thign to write, to try to get published, to continually get rejection letters (which are still fucking depressing) when the only alternative was to go full time at a job I loathed beyond Carrot Top, reality TV, and Dubyah. But it's another thing entirely to write, to try to get published, when writing isn't my best ticket out. When I'm working at a job I actually enjoy with people I love. Sure, getting published would be great. The need isn't half so desperate. And there are other things open to me now, such as eventually (if more people join in because no way in hell am I doing this on my own) taking over the business. In ten or fifteen years.
So, maybe writing will be easier for me now. Less stress. Less pressure. More writing stories and having fun and submitting and polishing and submitting, and less flipping out because I'm almost out of potential agents on my book and no one will publish me.
Um. Mostly that's about it for today. Or at least until lunch, which. Heh. I need to stop running up to the corner market for a sandwich or a cookie. Money's going to be tight this month between bills and rent, and paying down my credit card by large chunks, which, while good for my overall debt? Bad for my pocketbook. I think I'm going to make it through this month paying bills with about 200$ to spare.
But on the other hand I should be free of credit card debt by the end of the year. And that'll be a nice feeling.