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Well, I completed the NaNoWriMo novel (not in the sense of reaching 50,000 words, but in the sense of the story has a beginning, an end, and a way to get from the one to the other). I probably can’t really share it online, as it’s a fan novelization of a movie, but it feels good to have it done with.
And now, back to the job hunt.
I know, holy crap, it’s been like eight months since I’ve said anything, and even longer since the last review. I am like some kind of horrible person or something, especially since this update is mostly to let you all know that I’m participating in this year’s National Novel Writing Month*. If you feel like adding LoopTheLup as a writing buddy, feel free; if you want to take to the comments section and berate me for not writing more reviews, you may also feel free. I do apologize.
* I have never quite gotten used to the name “NaNoWriMo,” as it conjures up strange mental images of an infinitesimal fraction of a WriMo. If any of you happen to know what a WriMo is, please tell me.
Merely wishing I were. Customer service jobs are a pain and a half (perhaps a Shenanigan will be posted talking about that in more detail), and I’m doing my best to stay alive and in one piece in spite of panic attacks, abusive customers, and a nagging cough that just won’t stop.
But just to show that I’m still alive and active for the time being, here’s a quick snippet I dashed off at a writing group meeting tonight.
Prompt: Write from the point of view of a murderer, without actually referring to the murder.
I really need to clean the kitchen. The kitchen and the living room. Probably the rest of the house, but the kitchen and the living room really need it, since that’s where—but we’re not talking about that right now. Ah ha ha. Let’s clean the kitchen.
I can feel you staring at me. Just gazing at me in that half-lidded manner while I scrub the dishes. It’s rather lazy to just lie there and watch me do all the work, but I don’t particularly blame you. You probably couldn’t get up to help even if I wanted you to. But we’re not talking about that right now. Ah ha ha. The dishwasher is pleasantly loaded. Every dish exactly where it ought to be, and nothing out of place. I think that while the dishwasher runs, I shall take out the trash.
I pull the garbage bag out of the can, cinch it up nice and tight, tie it shut, and haul it carefully out to the Dumpster. The Dumpster could probably hold several individuals. I wonder if you’d want to take a ride in the garbage truck. I don’t suppose you’d enjoy it. But then, you couldn’t really complain. But we’re not talking about that right now. Ah ha ha. I give the neighbor, Mrs. Derrow, a polite little wave as I pass. She smiles a little and says hello while she works on pruning the rosebushes, snipping at the new shoots and cutting off little buds of life one by one.
And back inside I go, humming softly. It’s time to tackle the living room. I’ll have to get a bigger garbage bag to help get rid of everything. But at least things will be clean again. Your gaze is disapproving, I can tell. You’ve held that grimace of disdain on your face for hours now. But we’re not talking about that right now. Ah ha ha. Gently clear up the glasses, the bottles, the food and other bits of assorted detritus. Tuck the disposables away into the garbage bag. I guess you’re disposable now. But we’re not talking about that right now. Ah ha ha.
Lord, you’re heavy.
So I started a new job, moved 2,000 miles west, and spent several frantic days finding and moving into an apartment on very short notice. I hope you’ll forgive the lack of a review or shenanigan as a result.
A quick tip, though: if you purchase your airline tickets online, do go for whatever sorts of insurance they might offer. Had I paid the extra $19 for such protection, I wouldn’t have wound up nearly stranded in Chicago because of American Airlines and Priceline.com having such an uncaring policy about missing a connection due to acts of God.
Let me also express thanks for the United Airlines customer service agent at Chicago O’Hare who somehow managed to set me up with a standby ticket, as a result of which I actually made it to the job interview on time. There was a lot more, ah, hilarity that ensued afterward, but at least United allowed me to make it there.
In the mean time, there’s more unpacking to do. Also setting things up, attending training, making sure I don’t implode . . . y’know, the usual.