After a rapid weekend of moving everything I owned from a seven-room one-story ranch house I've lived in for my entire life to a four-room rental house with far too little storage space compared to the house I lost through bad circumstances, I must now face the daily grind of a day job that has too long a commute (with the gas prices at this writing approaching four dollars per gallon this is a serious concern) and only pays $8.50 per hour. It seems 2/3 of my day now is work or sleep - the free time too fleeting - and I need time more than money right now (that will change) to get settled into this new quarters.
The writing is now at a standstill effectively, waiting for some word from six different magazines or anthologies between now and late October and two book publishers (Dark Moon Press and Ace Books) about submitted manuscripts or writing samples. They all keep me waiting and my patience is NOT infinite. In the end, based on the usual odds, i will most likely be rejected - especially for any large potentlal writing payday - if the past is any indication. I wish that were not so, and also wish I could relive the past 32 years with my 44-year-old memories intact in the 12-year-old body for avoiding serious personal and professional mistakes. But God is not obliging to allow me such a wonderful second chance in His grand design. I must admit I don't like His plans for my mortal life so far.
I don't know if all these changes will overwhelm me, but do know I'm dissatisfied with how things have turned out so far. Tomorrow had best be a better day.
The writing is now at a standstill effectively, waiting for some word from six different magazines or anthologies between now and late October and two book publishers (Dark Moon Press and Ace Books) about submitted manuscripts or writing samples. They all keep me waiting and my patience is NOT infinite. In the end, based on the usual odds, i will most likely be rejected - especially for any large potentlal writing payday - if the past is any indication. I wish that were not so, and also wish I could relive the past 32 years with my 44-year-old memories intact in the 12-year-old body for avoiding serious personal and professional mistakes. But God is not obliging to allow me such a wonderful second chance in His grand design. I must admit I don't like His plans for my mortal life so far.
I don't know if all these changes will overwhelm me, but do know I'm dissatisfied with how things have turned out so far. Tomorrow had best be a better day.