I’m so excited, and I just can’t hide it: I interviewed today for a part-time writing job, and it went exceedingly well—so well, in fact, that I’ve got a really good feeling about it. Granted, I had a good feeling about that nursing home position back in May and I didn’t get it, but this is less of an unknown quantity; I know the people, and they know me…..eccentricities and all.
What’s even more exciting is that this is a ground-floor opportunity, and there’s really no place to go but up. What on earth do I have to lose? I’m certainly not doing anything else useful, and I love to write more than almost anything. I’ve long dreamed of a life where I can snuggle up in warm blankets in front of a roaring fireplace and share my wisdom with the world <cue the hysterical laughter>. Seriously though, writing is my first love and always has been…..now comes an opportunity to do exactly that and get paid for it.
I’m under no illusions that this will be my full-time occupation, at least not for the foreseeable future, but maybe I can get by with another part-time job (if I can even find one) and/or disability if I win benefits. As much trouble as I have with focus and concentration, I do all right in a quiet environment where there are few distractions and people to bother me. It’s amazing what I can accomplish when I’m not stressed out by noise and bright lights and too much activity. That’s what got me at my last major nursing job…..my office was Grand Central Station, and there were a number of times I almost hurled the phone against a wall because it was ringing nonstop and the receptionist just could not grasp the concept of taking a message.
Here, at least, I can ignore my cell phone and if I get stuck on a project, I can get up and do something else for a while until my Muse comes back and takes another dump on my head. Which she does with some regularity now that I’ve developed the self-discipline to write every day, or at worst every other day. This blog has prevented me from developing writer’s block, because over 200 people I’ve never met are counting on me to produce and I feel a responsibility to them, as well as to my friends on Facebook who read my stuff in their news feed every day.
Yes, folks, in the vernacular of my children’s generation, I am STOKED. Even though I have to wait a couple weeks to find out if I get the job, even though most of the rest of my life still sucks, this could be the beginning of living my dream. Keep your fingers crossed!
