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And I’m home. I had never realized before how essential I am, since it is apparently impossible for the household to function unless I am there to be the chauffeur, cook, laundry person, and all-around dogsbody. I’m going to fire my family, although the corgi can stay.

Well, as I progress on the revision/rewrite. I’ve reposted the first three chapters to Dale’s Game. I’ve got chapters 4 & 5 done, waiting it out until I’m comfortable with those too. Starting to rework chapter 6.

Zombie Charles Perrault is still pissed.

Woohoo. Australia now holds the new world record for having gone the longest without a recession, which is 26 years, and still counting.

So the job program I’m in, that’s been taking up all my time and getting in the way of me writing awesome shit, is going to end in 2 weeks. Right on my birthday. Part of me really hopes I get a job out of this. Nothings more stressful than wondering how you’re going to survive the month. But a huuuuge part of me – the big fat hermit with the mullet and the shotgun that lives in the back of my shoulders – wants to get time to myself again. I miss being able to stay up all night, writing for 10 hours straight, and following that with a 4 hour betaing session for friends. I’ve been a writer for 18 years – more than half my life. I have no idea how the majority of you guys are able to work all day and still have the mental capacity to churn out a page or two.

I’m trying to fill a position at work, and today someone named Marcia Brady applied. Kismet?