Because I’ve Been Interviewing….
I’ve been getting the Madz Interview Skilz lately. Though I would dearly LOVE to make a living at freelancing, I’ve not been doing a very good job of it, and there’s still part of me that thinks I need the “real” job to be a “real” adult. So, after today’s decent interview, I come home to this…
I don’t think my husband would care for me advertising my cuddle skills, but still… this has special meaning to me today.
I haven’t gotten my hopes up that there’s going to be an offer. I would *like* there to be an offer (or two or more). I’m not *counting* on there being an offer (or two or more). My husband shouldn’t have to handle Disappointment Meltdowns more than once or twice a year.
However, if anyone out there wants to adopt a writer for a year or so, I’m taking bids… and lottery tickets. Because God help me, I really, really would like to write fiction full-time for a living – and still have clothes, shelter, and food.