*pokes head up through the smibble pile*
Oh! Hi.
I have no excuse for not being around. Just didn't stop by. I've not even been working or anything, as I start my new job Monday. Still, here I am, finally!
The NaNo novel now sits at 73,000 words. I took a week off after November (got to 54K) and then just wrote almost 20K in the last week. Because... not working. I didn't want to waste that time off. I might even be able to finish the first draft before Monday! Woohoo! I'm having a LOT of fun with this novel, and it's floooooowwwwwiiiinnnggg.
So, here's the fun (not) part:
I start my new local job Monday, at the Foundry. It's not what I'd call a good fit for me - very male-centric, Republican-centric work environment. I'm really nervous/apprehensive about it. But it's a job. I accepted the offer two weeks ago.
A few days after I accepted the job, a position I'd interviewed with earlier called back, asking me to come in for a second interview. The first had been via phone, this one was in person. I told them I'd already accepted an offer, but they said pretty please with sugar on top, we really want you to come in. I agreed, and drove to Maine (7 hour drive) for that. It went REALLY well. The position is at a university, in the finance department, and a MUCH better fit for my personality. I told them how much I'm making, and they told me their range, which is just below what I'm making now. They said they'd send me an offer this week.
Shortly after I left, though, they said they couldn't send an offer until Jan 1. This seems to me that they want to increase the offer to beat what I'm making, but need Board approval or something.
So, I'm starting the new job as planned (in case the offer never comes through or in case it's not enough to relocate), but I'm hoping it comes through.
In the meantime, there's always a possibility one of the dozen jobs I'd applied for at Corning will call at any time with an offer, which would also mean no relocation.
The pros of staying local: No moving (huge!), I have a great author community here, I've been here three years and finally gotten a grip on the art shows I do well at.
Pros of moving to Maine: My husband's family is there, he'd be less hermit-like, get involved with local Native things, better for his health (he is on medical MJ here, but it's recreational there, so easier to get).
So, my life is on track with anticipation of being derailed again in the near future. Possibly for the better, but who knows. I dislike the uncertainty of it all.
In anticipation of another move (I've moved 29 times in my life) we are also de-stashing. I just gave away all our Xmas and Halloween decorations, since we always run out of energy and never put anything up. 10 plastic bins of stuff. I gave them to a local author friend who is dead broke and they haven't decorated since her mom died 5 years ago. Also got rid of four trash bags of fabric I'm never going to use to a mother of 10 children. And a bag full of old prints I'm never going to sell to an author friend who's kids just asked her for collage material. I also made five trash bags of true trash and donated two bags of clothing. De-stash begun.
