Perfectly Busy

Going to add to my crazy life by joining guru.com and elance.com because I want to write, want to be a writer, be the person who HIRES house sitters instead of being the one doing the house sitting. I want to find out if I can do it, be a professional writer, entering more into the mainstream of life than just writing in my journal, which no one will see until I pass on, and maybe not even then!

No Jobs to a Plethora

Had to use that word - it is my boyfriend's favorite "big word" and he uses it correctly - unlike some people who latch on to a minute piece of vocabulary and then throw it around like they had more in their pocket. ANYWAY. ..have a second interview at the bookstore today, secured more hours for my online bookkeeping job and may even be able to pay my bills ON TIME for the next few months. Ah, poverty, I think I might escape your nasty clutches for the winter. I remember the days when I made $75,000 per year, but I had to wear a suit and my life was not my own.

A Perfect Mess?

So I quit my part time job at Lowe's last month because having no job was better than working there. Then one of my regular house - sit jobs fell through, my plans for working at a bookstore have gone awry because they haven't called me (or anyone else I discover), and everything else seems to be moving away from me at a quick clip. I have great plans for April of 08 (boyfriend and I are going to be a caretaker couple) but at this moment, nothing seems definite in my life except a part time QuickBooks job over the internet for a longtime friend. The universe is telling me I need to write - need to write and send things out to be published! Or maybe give up eating on a regular basis.

Now What?

I am currently house sitting in a beautiful house in northern Santa Fe, which is run by a three-legged cat. He is full of energy, walks across the keyboard on a regular and haughty basis, and demands all your attention. I have seen him run carefree across the 2nd floor deck railing, climb trees and attack dogs, all without the use of his rear left leg. The owners found him, have no idea what caused the injury, but handled the amputation. Micah is incredible, and I admire him immensely. I doubt I could adjust as well as he after such a trauma.

Hats off to Micah, who makes my life better simply by adopting me as his friend.

Yipes

So I went from one full-time job and a dream to four part time jobs. Yipes. I am writing, working part time at the local home improvement store (in plumbing of all things), house sitting and working on my friend's Quick Books account over the internet. Somewhere in here, I am caring for my four cats, trying to maintain a romantic relationship with my guy, caring for his two dogs, and learning how to use my laptop. Oh yeah, and sometimes I sleep and eat. But not much. Look out world, here I come. Be there in a minute.

Why not?

Why not have a blog? I guess MySpace could serve the same purpose, but the code to get into my MySpace account has long joined the detritus that consists of old receipts, hastily jotted-down phone numbers, notes that seemed critical at the time I wrote them. So I have self-destructed my intentions for MySpace....I chose Perfect North because that is my avatar's name on Second Life - another place I can't go anymore because I cannot download the "latest" upgrade. Good grief. I am digitally painting myself into a corner.

Back to the blog. I will use this space to record my transition to freelance writer. That would be transitioning from someone who actually earns money to someone who is trying to do so.

Since I was 13, I have set my goal in life to being a writer. Now I am 55.5 years old, and time to get the show on the road.