In related news, Saturday I turned in an application to work at a new online magazine, and three hours later, got a phone call from the editor with an offer to write for them! It won’t be full-time (yet), but I’ll get to do two or three peices a week for the first two or three months or so. The freelance pay’s not bad either, it’ll make a nice little addition to our nest egg. Yay, a feather in the cap for when I try to publish my novel, not to mention a marketing channel already open. I’m so excited. But of course, trying not to get ahead of myself… which is hard when I have to haul my ass out of bed every morning and leave the house for the freezing cold before dark just to avoid the horrendous train wreck that is rush hour around here. It’s really hard not to daydream of working at home in my PJ’s, doing something that doesn’t really even feel like work to me on days like these.
Right now, I’m just kind of waiting on pins and needles for that contract to come through. Yup, any day now, Ms. Editor… Sorry, lady, but you did just say you’d grant a dream I’ve had for the last almost 2 decades, and my cynical ass wants to see the paperwork, so I can know it’s real. 
Not suprisingly, I guess, I got over 2900 words written on Sunday in between football games and errands, and even better, almost 1000 words written last night in the space of 3 hours. It just flies by. And either because that magazine completely inflated my ego, or because I’m ironing out some of the kinks, my storyline’s seeming all the more interesting, original, and cool.
Today, again, I’m on track to leave at 4:30, and I can’t freakin wait to go home and write some more! I’m such a geek, and I’m loving it.
