imaginarycircus

I got an email back from a small local college saying that I wasn't in the running for the teaching/admin job they had -- but I could apply to be an adjunct. I guess I could draw up my CV and start applying at the dozen or so local colleges and universities to be an adjunct instructor. But oh god. I will never make enough money to get buy unless teaching a class is an extra thing I do on top of another job. And it takes so much time.

Blergh. I have been looking for a job for five months. I even tried to get temp work. I have never had trouble getting temp work before.

I'm on hold after a third interview with a very nice non-profit org. They have to interview other people now. And I so want to get discouraged. I want to feel sorry for myself and get drunk at 11am and go to the movies. And then eat chocolate cake and feel disgusting and ill. But I am not going to do that.

I'm going to write up my CV, and apply to be an adjunct. I'm going to sweep through google reader and see what jobs have been posted. Then I am going to go back to combing university websites, local magazines sites, local publishers. Maybe even local literary agencies. And I think I have to go to the coffee shop to do it, because the construction across the street is making my walls shake a bit. It is subtle but annoying.

I'm imagining my wind-horse soaking wet and shivering today. Maybe I can shrink him and put him in my pocket to keep him warm and dry. I dunno. I think I am getting carried away with that horoscope.

I had dinner with a friend last night who read this long article on hermaphrodites and she told us all about it and I can't stop thinking about writing a story about a person who impregnates themself. And I planned another 50 word story and two comic panels for the website who bought the last one off me. Maybe they will buy this one too? I don't know.

*flouders* I know I chose not to go to law school or business school or something because all I wanted to do is write. I tell myself this would have been easier in NYC because there are so many publishers and agents. I surely could have gotten some job. But we probably would have had to have moved to NJ to make David's commute easier and neither of us wanted to live in Jersey.

I'm not very good at the scheming and searching unless I know exactly what it is for. I had a lot of fun planning my wedding once I knew the parameters. Job searching feels like herding cats. I love cats, but I don't want to corral a whole mess of them together.

Oh thunder and lightning! Perfect for walking...