I see the finish line!

yeah, that sounds about right.

2,500-ish words to go!!!! I will reach my word count tonight and be a NaNoWriMo winner. WOOOOO!!!!

ZURICH! is still gaining popularity, but it’s slow and and kind of bumming me out. I’ve become addicted to my email blowing up with comments and kudos because the other two took off the way they did, and it’s not happening right now.

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The temp job is OK. The commute is definitely a bitch, but mine isn’t nearly as long as the Controller’s and I have to keep reminding myself that it’s only a temp job. I have to experience the commute on a regular day. Thanksgiving week isn’t really a good representative of what it’s going to be like. So, yeah, patience, grasshopper.

I’m more than willing to commute into Boston (which is a bigger bitch), but at least I have several ways to get into Boston. I’d actually prefer Boston, so I could take the train in. Think of all the knitting I could do on the train! Socks! Hats! Mittens! Baby sweaters! I’d finally work my way through my WIPs and get to start new projects.

I’m very excited for my interview on Wednesday. I think I can pull off the bravado I need to really sell myself. I have a lot of prep to do to prove that I want this as badly as I do. I’m not letting this one slip through my fingers like the restaurant job.

In other job hunt news, I told this other company AGAIN that I wasn’t interested in the job. I want 40 hours of accounting work, not 20 hours of accounting and 20 hours of other shit. I know the state would be pissed because I passed up a ‘suitable’ job, but they’re not the ones that have to commute to Beverly and/or be bored to tears within a year. I’m assuming that since we never got to the nitty gritty of a REAL offer extension, it doesn’t count.

I don’t even know what to do any more.

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I’m almost done with one sock - ONE! - for a pair I’m making for a Christmas present. It’s a good thing I won’t see the recipient until January!! Although, once November is over, I’ll probably take a little break from writing and work on the other sock. I’ve still got plenty of other things to write about (30 Day OTP Challenges), but the knitting needs to take priority. (See what I said about taking the train?)

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Gah. I’m so boring, I’m even boring myself.

Writing, writing, writing, and more writing

i love storyist - this is my set up for the 30 day otp challenge

ZURICH! isn’t taking off as well / fast as the other chapters.  Which is disappointing, but OK. ZURICH! was always the awkward chapter and one I worked with so much - adding and stripping and adding and starting from scratch and pulling stuff out to shove it back in… It was painful, and I’m assuming the lack of kudos and comments is proving that point.

*sigh*

My NaNo on the other hand, while being completely exhausting, is finishing up nicely. We’ve already caught one killer, because he’s a fucking moron, and I’ve got the clichéd “John gets in trouble and Sherlock saves the day” ending all set. I’ve been alternating slices of life in 221B with the serial killers stuff and I’m having a hard time getting the Johnlock moments to feel legit. It’s actually a painful relationship to write…

It’s hard because I am Sherlock. Honestly. I’m drawing from my own experiences with intimacy/sexuality. John, on the other hand is the Wonder Hubby, if only because of his never ending patience with me.

So back to Sherlock - I run hot and cold. I’m either a crazy nympho who doesn’t ever want to leave the bedroom, or you can’t even get me in there. Some days, I want to cuddle so badly that I’m clingy and annoying. Some days, I can’t even be in the same room. I feel that, based on my own reactions to intimacy, that Sherlock would be very similar. I feel so sorry for John, just like I feel so sorry for the Wonder Hubby…

But taking something from my weird fucked up relationship and trying to write it / to fictionalize it? Wow. Nearly impossible. Fuck write what you know…

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On that note, had an interview today where she knew, before I even got there, that I wasn’t a good fit because I’d be bored. I knew, based on the job posting, that I wasn’t a good fit because the money wouldn’t be there. We confirmed that within the first few minutes and that was all she wrote. We parted amicably, thanking each other for our honesty. Couldn’t ask for more.

Start my temp job tomorrow. It’s a three week contract position, with a possibility of going permanent. It’s an hour drive, but the woman I’d be working for starts her commute an hour north of me. This better be a hell of a job. I can’t believe she’d drive two hours for work every day for four years.

In other news, I absolutely adored her. The temp work is seasonal to get geared up for year-end, but the permanent side would be more of the accountant-y stuff I’m interesting in doing.

I guess we’ll see. I’m still hoping to hear about the other two this week.

What the everloving fuck?

i lol’d until i rotflmao’d until i cried… so.much.awesome.

I’m ridiculously nervous about finding a job because it has to be perfect.

It can’t be one I’m going to leave in under three months.

It can’t be one that’s going to bore me to tears in a year.

It can’t be one that’s a perfect fit for my skill set, because I need to be pushed.

It can’t be one where the staff I’d be working with makes me feel stupid.

*sigh*

In the past 24-ish hours, I’ve met with a recruiter who has presented me with three positions: 1) a kick ass full time one I should be interviewing for that first week of December, 2) a temp one that didn’t pay nearly well enough to justify the commute and 3) a three week contract position that pays well and doesn’t care if I continue to look for a job.

Today, I got a phone call on a resume I sent out this morning.

Today, I got a ‘just curious’ email from a company I turned down a few weeks ago. I’m not sure what’s going on there, but it’s weird.

Today, I have an interview about that three week contract position.

Today, I pushed off making a decision about that part/full/temp/perm position that can’t decide what it wants to be.

I shouldn’t complain because I’m VERY fortunate, but wow. I’m overwhelmed with the options and opportunities. I feel like I can be super picky, but I’m also afraid that I’m going to settle because I’m miserable being unemployed…

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I’ve been putting off returning to my NaNo because of ZURICH!‘s edits and now I don’t want to leave Douglas and Martin. I will be publishing an epilogue - I have to. I can’t leave their story with ZURICH!‘s ending. Not when there’s so much awesome in those other chapters that weren’t supposed to see the light of day.

The good news about the NaNo is that I’m down to 12K words with 9 days left. I’ve been managing to push out 2K words a day, so I’m not worried about making it. (Even though I shouldn’t really use that as an excuse to focus on Cabin Pressure stuff…)

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Off to finish prepping for the contract job’s interview. And then… THEN it’s time to get ready to see the sneak preview of “Catching Fire!” So excited to see it!!!!!

Off to Zurich!

i have an unhealthy obsession with that profile

ZURCH! has been published (well, the first chapter at least). The other five chapters still need some work. They’re getting there, slowly but surely. Response has been OK so far, and it’s driving traffic to the first two episodes AND the Johnlock, so no complaints there.

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Had an interview yesterday with an accounting outsourcing / consulting firm. Well, I say firm… more like itty bitty little company. It sounds good. To a point. I have to start part time, but she thinks it will go full time by January. There’s a lot of bookkeeping, some sales, and some stuff to fill the other hours.

I liked it well enough, and I was thinking seriously about it, but then… things changed.

I had a phone screen on Monday night for an accounting job at a sports arena. May get an in person interview the week after Thanksgiving. I don’t know what to think about that. I don’t want to get my hopes up like I did for the restaurant, but I’d like to work there.

Today, I had an interview with a recruiter. She was the first one to actually take an interest in me. That sounds weird to say, but I can’t describe it any other way. We’re revising my resume as I speak and she’s already found a position for me. I hope to hell I get an interview with her client. She feels that I’m under priced for the positions I want, doesn’t think my resume actually positions me correctly for the jobs I want, and thinks I need to find the right fit with a company that will take a chance on me. (Lack of large company experience is really causing major problems.) If I get an interview there, it will also be after Thanksgiving.

Fucking holiday. I’m so fucking thankful that I’m unemployed… GRRRRRR

So anyhoo, after meeting with her and really thinking about what I want out of this job search, taking the job with the accounting outsourcing company doesn’t seem like a good fit. I’m NOT a bookkeeper and I’m tired of people seeing my resume and thinking “bookkeeper”. I’m a fucking accountant, not an A/R, A/P or payroll clerk. I have the fucking degree, I graduated with the highest honours possible, even though I was working full time… I deserve to play with the big boys and not in the minor leagues.

I just don’t know how to get there, and that’s what this recruiter seems to understand more than the others. She seems to have more faith in me than the others. Fuck, she has more faith in me than myself.

I just don’t know what to do or how to do it, but I can’t stay home any more and I’m running out of unemployment funds.

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My NaNo has something like 16K words left (if that), and I’m starting to build towards the climax. My killer is actually two people and Sherlock’s already deduced the first one, so nothing but momentum there. I just need to find the time to finish it. I’ll definitely hit my word count by the end of the month even if I can’t tie everything up in a nice big bow in those last 16K words.

In the mean time, I need to clean my office and dig out through the mess in my craft room. I can’t believe how messy the house in general has gotten because I can’t find the energy to care (hello, depression!), but I also can’t believe how easy it was to completely destroy two rooms while looking for my grandparents’ crap. Since I don’t have anything going on during the day for the rest of the week, I think I’m just going to suck it up, take Guinness to day care early and spend the day cleaning (after I look for a job, of course).

For the first time in weeks, I actually feel well enough to do stuff. I need to take advantage of feeling well while I’m feeling well.

Fan fic love

I needed another pick me up:

Stats as of 11/10/2013:
PARIS: 10 subscribers, 504 hits, 23 kudos, 2 comment threads, 3 bookmarks

HARTFORD: 10 subscribers, 433 hits, 23 kudos, 8 comment threads, 3 bookmarks

IT WAS ALWAYS THERE: 1 subscriber, 1018 hits, 11 kudos, 0 comment threads, 3 bookmarks

Stats as of today:
PARIS: 12 subscribers, 773 hits, 32 kudos, 5 comment threads, 1 bookmarks

HARTFORD: 10 subscribers, 476 hits, 28 kudos, 8 comment threads, 3 bookmarks

IT WAS ALWAYS THERE: 2 subscriber, 1056 hits, 11 kudos, 0 comment threads, 3 bookmarks

I’m a little surprised that PARIS lost bookmarks, but I now have 3 author subscriptions which is pretty cool…

I also received a comment today that they want ANOTHER sequel (which they will get). After that, it’s a 30 Day OTP Challenge and who knows after that… I don’t see myself NOT writing more Cabin Pressure fic, but right now, I can’t see myself writing more after the Challenge, either. I’m so deep in Johnlock that editing ZURICH! feels weird. I guess we’ll have to see.

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Tonight is UConn vs BU at BU, which will definitely be weird. Next season, UConn joins Hockey East so this will be a regular occurrence, which will be even weirder. I never thought I’d see the day when the UConn hockey program would play in such an elite league…

My friend, and fellow UCMB band geek, Bill is coming with me, so that will be cool. We’ll both be in full UConn regalia and I can’t wait to see the looks on our friends down there in Section 114, Rows A and B. We’ve known these people for YEARS and I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned being a UConn grad. They’ll know now. *grin*