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The Muse called me from work today, to tell me that the woman he hopes to replace gave her notice today. She does sort of the same job testing membranes that he does, with some additional responsibilities. The shit is about to hit the fan. These people are so stingy, and so strapped for employees, that they'd damn well better hire the Muse on permanently. Ah, health insurance. I'm probably the only person who has happy daydreams about going to the dentist. Mmm, contact lenses.... Mmm, martial arts lessons (the Muse refuses to allow me to take martial arts classes until we have health insurance).
On the other hand, if he doesn't get hired on permanently, he's going to quit the temp position and be back looking for something else. Argh. This would mean I'd have to find a long-term position.
Keep your fingers crossed.
I finished the second draft of Serenade of Blood & Silver the other day. Joy. Now I have to finish the third draft. It seems I'm finding nearly the same amount of things to "fix" this go-round as I did last time. I'm trying to restrain myself. I have a tendency to over-edit. I tell myself that I have to get this out, that I'm not going to turn into one of those never-published writers who crouches over their work and rewrites it for twenty years straight. Fear of failure? Fear of success?
Not me.
Yeah, right....
On the other hand, if he doesn't get hired on permanently, he's going to quit the temp position and be back looking for something else. Argh. This would mean I'd have to find a long-term position.
Keep your fingers crossed.
I finished the second draft of Serenade of Blood & Silver the other day. Joy. Now I have to finish the third draft. It seems I'm finding nearly the same amount of things to "fix" this go-round as I did last time. I'm trying to restrain myself. I have a tendency to over-edit. I tell myself that I have to get this out, that I'm not going to turn into one of those never-published writers who crouches over their work and rewrites it for twenty years straight. Fear of failure? Fear of success?
Not me.
Yeah, right....