Every door slams; I take a sledgehammer to the window.

So I didn't get the freelance writing job I applied for.

And I was legitimately upset about that for like, a half hour. But then I did what (I believe) a well-adjusted human adult does - I moved on and applied for something else. This time I'm looking at copy writing - a lot of those silly websites that have sets of creepy photos or celebrity hairstyles are always looking for people to write witty headlines and captions. So I figured, why not.

I guess we'll see.

And if that doesn't work out, I'll just keep looking.

In the meantime though, this really motivates me to get my fucking book finished up so I can start hunting for literary agents and get published. If I could just survive as a published author and write for the rest of my life, I'd be pretty happy.

No more stupid and draining day jobs. I'm so done with that.

Wish me luck!