First up, bit o’ news: I’ve got a post up on Fictional Ferrets, discussing my pantsing tendencies, and why I really, really really don’t like outlines. Go check it out!
Second: So. Couple of things, actually.
A) I lost my job.
No lying. I am currently unemployed. I’ve already had one interview though, so there’s hope. And if that doesn’t work out, I’ve got approximately a billion and a half contingency plans (unemployment, grad school, part-time at the book store, stripping…) (Okay, maybe not stripping. I have no rhythm for dance).
So, I’ll figure something out.
In the meantime, I’m working on my writing, which is actually going really, really well. Accept for the small fact that I’m not working on the projects I need to really finish, and am, instead, working on this massive Teen Wolf fanfiction (Projected Word Count: 150,000 words. Yeah. I know. I’m nuts).
*shrugs* The Muse wants what the Muse wants.
B) As of last night, I have no transportation. Or rather, I have temporarily made my car undriveable.
It started with a flat tire. I managed to pull over into a gas station, because I really, really don’t like pulling over on the side of the road. And I was quite proud of myself–I didn’t skid, or panic, or anything. I just calmly steered that car into a parking spot (in between the lines and everything!) like a BAMF. Oh yeah.
Then I realized that I didn’t really know how to change a flat tire. So I called my dad. He was less than a mile away from where I was, so it wasn’t long before he came to help.
Anyway, long story short: The jack broke or fell or something while he was changing the tire, and while he is okay, it totally busted up the wheel as the car fell brutally back to earth.
So, this morning (funny story: I am actually typing this up at midnight; look and be amazed as I reveal the secrets of night bloggers!) I will call a tow truck and see if I can’t find someone who can lift the damned thing instead of dragging it and making it worse so I can get it to my mechanic.
But in the meantime, yes. No transportation.
It’s okay. I didn’t have to go to work in the morning anyhow.
Oh, my life.