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Oct. 2nd, 2018 08:05 pmWell, today could have gone better. I had just started to get my feet back under me writing-wise, organizing things and so on, and figure out what I need to do over the next several days when we got a call from our dyehouse that they're shutting down. The yarn they dye makes up a huge chunk of our sales, and I know a couple other smaller suppliers are already shutting down too because, well, the market for hand-crafters has been precarious probably since the industrial revolution, honestly.
So now we're scrambling, people are talking about retiring again, I'm freaking out because I would like to keep my job and income and so on. A job that allows me to write when all my work is done or take days off if I get sick without worrying about whether or not I'll get fired for too many unexcused absences.
Whatever happens, it won't happen quickly. I won't be out of a job next week and have to scramble. But it still makes me nervous, upset, sad, reminds me that I need to hustle my ass harder on writing which hopefully will be easier with me properly medicated. So on and so forth. I got my letter about health insurance today, and if my subsidy allotment doesn't increase it's going to get very expensive next year, but I have some hope that my subsidy allotment will increase, and if not I guess I'm going on the boy's insurance. Not to mention the likely extraction and implant I'm going to need. (Reasonably I need more than the one implant but I've been getting along with the current number of teeth for many years now, so that can wait too.)
And. Just. Ugh. I don't know what's going to happen except I do need to curb my makeup, wardrobe, and school supply spending sharply so I can pay down my damn credit cards. Dental bills and vet bills are a good chunk of it so I don't feel that bad about the whole thing but it's still going to hang around my neck and worry me. I considered hustling on Fiverr for translation briefly but ahahah hell no. Was the ultimate decision on that.
Writing hustle it will be. Writing, drafting, polishing, publishing, pushing online, etc etc. I need to get more disciplined about it, and much better about self-promotion. Which doesn't, self, mean start now at 11.14 at night, oy. In the morning is soon enough after that kind of shock.
So now we're scrambling, people are talking about retiring again, I'm freaking out because I would like to keep my job and income and so on. A job that allows me to write when all my work is done or take days off if I get sick without worrying about whether or not I'll get fired for too many unexcused absences.
Whatever happens, it won't happen quickly. I won't be out of a job next week and have to scramble. But it still makes me nervous, upset, sad, reminds me that I need to hustle my ass harder on writing which hopefully will be easier with me properly medicated. So on and so forth. I got my letter about health insurance today, and if my subsidy allotment doesn't increase it's going to get very expensive next year, but I have some hope that my subsidy allotment will increase, and if not I guess I'm going on the boy's insurance. Not to mention the likely extraction and implant I'm going to need. (Reasonably I need more than the one implant but I've been getting along with the current number of teeth for many years now, so that can wait too.)
And. Just. Ugh. I don't know what's going to happen except I do need to curb my makeup, wardrobe, and school supply spending sharply so I can pay down my damn credit cards. Dental bills and vet bills are a good chunk of it so I don't feel that bad about the whole thing but it's still going to hang around my neck and worry me. I considered hustling on Fiverr for translation briefly but ahahah hell no. Was the ultimate decision on that.
Writing hustle it will be. Writing, drafting, polishing, publishing, pushing online, etc etc. I need to get more disciplined about it, and much better about self-promotion. Which doesn't, self, mean start now at 11.14 at night, oy. In the morning is soon enough after that kind of shock.