Renaissance!

Here we go!  Resurrecting two blogs on one day?  Crazy girl.  The other, I logged into to create a post for a class, but this one is purely on my own volition–even had to track it down, it had been so long!  But there it was, with a password reset email at the top of my inbox in no time.

So I’m no longer freelancing (what a disaster that was!), but just finishing up my Masters in Social Work (which accounts for my 2-year silence) and currently on the hunt for a job (know of any?  I want to work in the juvenile justice system!)  And although I started this blog as a venue for posting freelancing successes and woes, I think, for now, it will focus on those of my job search.  Currently nothing to report.  Well, maybe some woes at the dozen or so applications filled and resumes sent out with no responses to date.  And maybe some more with the crappy websites that require that you apply online, and after you spend 1.5 hours filling in every ridiculous detail, lose all your information because your session timed out!  And then I feel like an idiot, but really, I am very computer savvy!  Well, not very.

Schedule shmedgule…

So I’m good with a schedule.  Or so I think.  Because it’s 10:30 pm and I’m just getting to my 9 am item–the first item!  And while a lot of the other items were successfully completed–Whole Foods, check; dinner, check–the ones that didn’t are the most important in keeping with my goals.  And of course I have plenty of good reasons why things didn’t get done (including but not limited to the fact that Landis on Larchmont is having a crazy sale) but that doesn’t help my writing career, now does it?  So.  While I am apparently not good with a schedule, I am good with follow-through.  So I’m staying up.  Until all those resolutions dailies are completed.  We’re looking at two pitches and some journal writing.  Enough blogging–check!–I gotta go.

Today's Schedule

New Year’s Resolutions!

Yes, on January 6th!  So this month officially inaugurates six more months into this writing foray.  And a new president which is also important.  But I’m no politico so I’ll focus on the writing… which has proven to be a tough road.  I know–poor me–in my pajamas until all hours, no commute, pursuing a passion… but it’s not as charmingly unglam as it sounds.  Well, unglam, it is.  Charming, not so much.  As not-a-morning person, I was totally lured in by thoughts of creating my own hours, midday yoga, late-night creative explorations…  and I just can’t seem to get it together.  Not being on someone else’s clock is tough!  And coming from teaching–possibly the most regimented of schedules–makes me feel like I’m floating about as aimlessly as a poptart.  I know poptarts don’t float, but whatever. So my writing resolutions for making the most of the next six months are as follows:

1.  2 pitches a day!  Is that crazy?  Ridiculously doable? Perfectly attainable?

2.  2 blog posts a day, but I have another blog, so maybe one and one…

3.  journal every day!  because I certainly need to keep my deep, dark feelings private, but I also need to let them go… and sometimes beauty emerges from the disastrous.

4.  start my book!

…and that may be it.  but I reserve the right to add/modify as needed.  But if I can get this freelance career going by the end of June, I’ll be a happy camper.  And if I have a few chapters, all the better.  And I’ll honestly catalogue my progress through it all right here.

No longer distracted!

For me, coffee is a ritual.  The beans, the grinding, the brewing, the whole thing.  My current blend of choice is Peet’s Christmas.  So yummy.

happily caffeinated

I am distracted by thoughts of coffee

I am blogging as part of my decision to be a writer.   And I have “Love Song” stuck in my head–is that song a cliche?  I don’t care, I love it.  And I desperately want a cup of coffee which I’m considering giving up in light of all the stuff I’ve been reading about adrenal fatigue.  But I also know that I am very susceptible to thinking I have conditions diagnosed by natropaths and that coffee makes me happy.  So I probably shouldn’t mess with it. But I probably have tired adrenals.  And you probably do too.