Progress Report: Carry On Carrying On
Sep. 16th, 2014 07:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nepentheI applied for a part-time position at multiple coffee-serving chains. The plan is to look up some full-time positions tonight and apply to at least one that pays more than what I currently earn. Le sigh. Why, o, why can this not be easy? Or simple?
Last night was productive. I wrote longhand new smut for book--the lead up and the start of the making-out. It's been a super tricky scene for me to get right for some goddamn reason. Well. For reasons that the characters weren't in character. Once I took a few steps back into their voices, it has been working waaay better. I'd skipped over it and was writing other stuff all last week. I have--woah there, Night Vale; thanks a lot for that way too appropriate comment Cecil--I have so much work to do, but according to my outline (have I mentioned how proud I am of my outline/that it exists/that there is a workable story?) I am terrifyingly close to the MIDPOINT (which according to my beat sheet, is about 1/3rd of the way through). Now, I get to foster a college radio program and a vibrant sex life for my couple and some classes that are going well for my MC. That is, before her niggling relationship fears, the sword of Damocles that is her mother, and a paranoid Queen Vampress upset the balance.
Dampening my cheerful progress in noveling is my dead broke-ness. It is outstandingly depressing to see a total of $40 in my bank account. That hasn't happened in . . . I don't actually know when last I've been this broke. I've never been this broke, not even when I had no job--because when I had no job, I had very, very few other bills and those bills were very low. I've over stretched myself with my cell phone and car pmts and car insurance and a couch and a job that pays pittance (but doesn't totally suck right now). A pitty that by the time my job has stopped sucking, it's stopped paying me money.
Nothing for it. Just have to keep applying for work elsewhere and write, write, write. A smutty book will be worth a few extra dollars for gas and cat food, yeah? Keep those stars of cover food, gas, and cat noms in my eyes.
Edit: It's evening. Have been productive. Applied for a full time job. Someone just freaking hire me. Now, it's time to novel.
Last night was productive. I wrote longhand new smut for book--the lead up and the start of the making-out. It's been a super tricky scene for me to get right for some goddamn reason. Well. For reasons that the characters weren't in character. Once I took a few steps back into their voices, it has been working waaay better. I'd skipped over it and was writing other stuff all last week. I have--woah there, Night Vale; thanks a lot for that way too appropriate comment Cecil--I have so much work to do, but according to my outline (have I mentioned how proud I am of my outline/that it exists/that there is a workable story?) I am terrifyingly close to the MIDPOINT (which according to my beat sheet, is about 1/3rd of the way through). Now, I get to foster a college radio program and a vibrant sex life for my couple and some classes that are going well for my MC. That is, before her niggling relationship fears, the sword of Damocles that is her mother, and a paranoid Queen Vampress upset the balance.
Dampening my cheerful progress in noveling is my dead broke-ness. It is outstandingly depressing to see a total of $40 in my bank account. That hasn't happened in . . . I don't actually know when last I've been this broke. I've never been this broke, not even when I had no job--because when I had no job, I had very, very few other bills and those bills were very low. I've over stretched myself with my cell phone and car pmts and car insurance and a couch and a job that pays pittance (but doesn't totally suck right now). A pitty that by the time my job has stopped sucking, it's stopped paying me money.
Nothing for it. Just have to keep applying for work elsewhere and write, write, write. A smutty book will be worth a few extra dollars for gas and cat food, yeah? Keep those stars of cover food, gas, and cat noms in my eyes.
Edit: It's evening. Have been productive. Applied for a full time job. Someone just freaking hire me. Now, it's time to novel.