Of new old jobs
Seems like I have my old job in the basement available. Its kind of hard to turn down because its the only offer on the table. Also, they have too much money and not enough work. They're getting 8 people on this till Nov, for 2 deliveries. The work can easily be done by 3 people working part-time. Ack, gov't work is sometimes a charm.
Sometimes I worry that I'm letting my skills become stale. Lately, I'm only there for the paycheck; I don't give a damn that I'm not learning anything. Punch in, wait 9 hours, punch out.
I've started work on feeling writerly. Mainly, I sat down with an empty notepad window and stared at it for a while. A good long while. This, to me, is what being a writer all about. Minus the fame and glory and the writer-groupies. Writing is hard work, turns out.
After almost an hour of straining I had maybe 3 sentences. This must be what great writers experience. I'm at one with the Artist, and he is at one with Me. This would be my first real attempt at writing outside of class or a blog format. All started cause an essay I posted on fb got a comment from a friend comparing me favourably to Camus. HA! Ego-boost, much? Its amazing how hard we're willing to work for a good word.
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