The girl with one eye

I seem to be between a lot of things at the moment.

I’ve found myself between jobs, quite unexpectedly and not of my choosing, looking for something new. The old job was a headache and a fat oily mess and I don’t miss it, but I wasn’t exactly prepared to be set outside with a non-committal mumble and some paper-shuffling from my employers. It’s for the best. It didn’t suit my needs and I really do need to find something better. At least that’s what I tell myself every day that I go out looking for new employment.

Keep your digits crossed for me, if you can. I’d appreciate it a great deal.

Even for all of the mucking about in my personal life, I’ve tried to stay busy on the writing-front as of late. The novel is still on-going, being reworked in longhand while I sketch out new scenes for the back end and consider some of my imagery. I’m closing in quickly, even for all my pocket-stuffing and wibbling-wobbling over metaphors. On the same hand I’ve been working through several short stories, finishing two, polishing up a third, and working on a fourth. Just in case I didn’t have enough to do already.

Out of those four stories, two are sitting out in editors’ inboxes awaiting responses (one for major publication and another for an anthology). The third is being tidied up for submission to an anthology I was asked to contribute to. The fourth, if I get it done in time, is going to be sent off to a short story contest. I also have another chapbook to put together for download.

I do sleep sometimes. Honest. Some nights less than others.

So my life is a work-in-progress at the moment. Between resumes and applications, emails to editors and crossed-fingers for acceptances. All I can do is hope for the best.