The job and apartment hunt slogs on.  For those of you worrying, have no fear I’ll be okay for a couple of months.  I’m being picky because I know that where I settle, even if it’s just for a year is going to be where I give birth to my new book.  This last year on the road has given me plenty of time to live in my own Universe and create my world and characters.  I have a notebook that I’ve been collecting notes in and I’m ready to lock myself away and just write.  I need to plaster the walls with pictures and go inside my imagination with the security that I wont be interrupted.  I feel fat, pregnant with the need to give life to these characters that have been riding shotgun with me for almost a year – it’s time.  I keep telling everyone that I’m 90% thinned and 5 centimeters dilated -  it’s time, whether I’m ready or not. 

This is why it’s so important to find a place I know is perfect for me.  My nesting energy is kicking in and I’ve turned places down for things as simple as the carpet, or the paint or the distance to the nearest park. 

Job wise I’m looking for a couple of odd hour part time gigs for supplemental income because the ultimate goal is writing.  I’d rather be on my feet talking to people and waiting tables, or slinging coffee than sitting at desk letting my soul atrophy.  While I’m good at Administrative work – it’s a last resort. It pays better and has better benefits because, well, that’s the only way they’re going to get me to do it.  If I have to, I’ll work three waitress jobs to avoid the desk.

Anyway, that’s just an update.  I’ve been running around the city pell-mell for applications, interviews, apartment viewing and coffee – lots and lots of coffee.  All in all, things are good.  I’m a little out of brain at the moment – but I’m home and I have a story that wants to be written and that makes everything somehow seem okay.

Also, my tag post for writing seemed to mess up wordpress.  Don’t know why yet, but I’ll put it back up when I figure it out.