I have been out of work for a week or so now. I put in a couple applications here and there. I haven’t gotten any calls yet. I’m looking into some online writing gigs that I’m really hoping will pan out. On a brighter note, though, I’ve been doing a lot of writing. I’ve managed to start blogging every day. Yay me! And I’ve written ten thousand words of a new novel. Those of you who read the first one are probably thinking, “sequel?!” and I’m sorry, but, no. Not yet. I will get to it. I promise. One day. I will get to it. This one just started from a little muse that found her way into my brain one morning and I started writing and I couldn’t stop. It’s not the kind of story I would ever have thought about writing, and I’m not even sure it’s going to end up being that kind of story, but when I started, I was thinking of what I could write that was fairly quick that could make some quick cash on if I self published it and I came up with the answer “a short story…… a short erotic story.” So I started writing what my mother would no doubt end up calling “smut,” and I just couldn’t stop. A funny thing happens when I get in the zone. I lose myself. Not in the way that I feel lost most of the time in life, but I lose myself in the other world. It’s like I have an out of body experience when I start writing and words are coming from my fingers but I don’t feel like I have much control over what they are saying. It’s like there is a story inside me or maybe it’s out in the universe and it’s telling itself to me and I am just the medium being used to get it out. I know, I know, you are probably picking out a nice white jacket for me right now that ties in the back. I’m cool with that. I feel a little crazy myself. So I have been spending a lot of my time with this little laptop just pecking away at the keyboard like a hungry chicken. I don’t know where this road will take me or how long it will take me to get where I’m going, but for now, I’m happy to be writing again even though it seems like the story is moving in a completely different direction than where it started. Either way, I feel like I’ve fallen in love all over again. I feel that way every time I am able to find the time to write and the words that come so easily. So I will be making more time to continue writing and praying that everything else finds a way to work itself out
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