I wanted to say that writing was a breeze, even after all these books.

But it’s not.

I got to working on Alien Want, and I had a lot of other things coming at me at once as well.

One of the biggest is that I’ve been looking for a new day job. While my goal was not to have a day job at all by the time I got to this point in publishing (over 30 books), it’s just not feasible. At least not for me right now.

Besides the fact that I’m getting older and I know that I have other things coming my way in the future. And as many of you know, I’ve been a hairdresser for many years. There are not a lot of benefits for being a hairdresser. We’re basically independant contractors, and we don’t get things like retirement and health benefits.

So I had to make a decision.

And I had to decide that I needed to change things. Partially because, especially post-COVID, my income has not been as stable as before. And partly because we had some things that needed to be taken care of in the immediate future. In the far future? I needed to be able to plan more for my retirement, and I needed a more stable path, financially.

So I’ve been looking for new jobs.

Everything I can even remotely qualify for. Office work, marketing assistants and social media work. Retail positions. Call center work. (Believe it or not, I have a great phone voice/personality.) I’ve ben very open to new opportunities, using Indeed to help me search.

Job hunting stinks you all.

I am old — almost 47. And you all, the last three jobs I’ve gotten, I got on a handshake when I walked in the door.

Now, it’s so different. Everything’s online and the vetting process through aplications. Some, I get email rejection letters. Some I get nothing. Some jobs, I’ve interviewed. And not just once, but 2-3 times, and then I still don’t get the jobs.

It’s a heckuva thing.

I feel guilty I ever told my daughter I was irritated at her for her lack of effort toward finding a job. She was applying online. I had no idea of the online stresses. (She did find a job, btw, but it seriously took a referral from aquaintences.)

But I’m still looking. Not giving up, but it is a process, for sure. It has certainly done something to my confidence. At least it did initially. All those “no thanks” letters were getting to me for a while. It sucked the creativity out of me, in fact, and made all the writing even harder. It took a lot for me to remember where I needed to focus.

The job thing is essential, but so is the writing.

This past weekend, I was at the local Renaissance Fair, and it was a great weekend (minus my sprained ankle, but that’s another story), and I forgot what it was like to have people come up to me, excited to see me and my books. It revitalized me. It made me savor that writing time and not let the job misses get me down. It made me feel amazing and that my books are important.

I had to decide to re-adjust my release schedule this year, not because I wanted to, but because I had to give myself a little more space to get my writing done, simply because I don’t know what the work situation will bring me.

It will get worked out.

I don’t know how long it will take.

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