I'm still working at the fire safety place. I don't hate it there, but there's no future, and I don't like it there. I am of course grateful for the opportunity to work, and more grateful for the money, but this isn't where I saw my life.
I'm still looking for a job related to my degree. Something with computer networking, or room to potentially advance would be nice, but I'm thinking I screwed up somewhere along the line. I know I sacrificed doing something I like for something that will make money, I figured I would then have time and leisure to do the things I like, but it turns out I'm not making money. I wish I were an artist, or a counselor, some kind of scientist, or an astronaut cowboy for all it matters. I'm twenty five, living with my family, looking at a career that I don't have, and don't think I'm supposed to have, and trying to scratch out a few options.
Maybe that's part of why I'm trying this new novelling thing. I know it's fairly unlikely that I'm going to make it big as an author. There's not likely a lot of money in this one, but it's something I've wanted to do, that I've tried to get going a couple of times. This time I have one month. There's this national novel writing month thing in November. I'm going to do it in August. The goal is to have a story written out, 50,000 words in length, in one month. It's a rough draft really, but that's a great deal better than I've done so far. I may not be blogging much in August, but then what else is new.
I know when I write here I make it sound like I hate my life. Really I don't, but at times I do, and writing about it seems to help. Hopefully In a little more than a month I'll have a new entry here bragging about a newly written manuscript. I'd like to throw in some good things once in a while for you.