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|Thursday, November 8th, 2007|
|Tuesday, September 11th, 2007|
I've got a new story up at Every Day Fiction, which is a new online magazine with a new flash story added every morning. I've got another story coming up there next month, too. :)
|Friday, August 31st, 2007|
|SFWA loses all credibility
is the Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America, which is supposed to be a professional organization for specfic writers. It's not a particularly big organization (wikipedia
says it has about 1,500 members currently), nor a very influential one (although it does host the excellent Writer Beware
site). In 2003 when SFWA put into place new (and laughably strict) requirements to join, it grandfathered in all current members whether or not they met the new requirements, thereby undermining its own rules.
Now read this post
on BoingBoing. SFWA has taken it upon itself to defend SF writers against piracy--whether or not the work in question is actually pirated, whether or not the writers have asked SFWA to do so, in some cases against
the express wishes of the writer, and in such an irresponsible, sloppy way that SFWA has opened itself up to possible litigation. One of the commenters on the BoingBoing thread (#14) points out that "Rule #1 of working in any creative field in the 21st century should be: Your Fans Are Not The Enemy."
And now read John Scalzi's March 2007 blog post
about the recent SFWA officer elections.
There's no notice of the hooha on SFWA's site that I can find. It does, however, have a page in the FAQ called "Why Join SFWA?"
It doesn't convince me, especially in light of current events.
|Friday, August 24th, 2007|
|My Own Personal Book-of-the-Month Club
, a literary agent whose blog I read obsessively and who I wish was my agent because he's terribly funny and if he was my agent I could call him up whenever I liked and get him to say something witty--as I say, Nathan Bransford recently posted about networking. He says there's no longer an excuse for writers to be poor networkers, because we all have the internet. He says blogging and posting to other people's blogs is a type of networking.
I'd never thought of it that way. I was ashamed to realize I blog about ten times a year, mostly to complain.
So (pause for heavy, reluctant sigh) I think I'd better start blogging more often. Because Nathan Bransford says so. And he didn't actually say that I should blog about writing and books and things, but I think that goes without saying.
Thus, I will explain my book-of-the-month New Year's Resolution, because it's about reading. I don't read enough fiction, either because I'm too busy writing my own or because I don't want to take away from my Desktop Tower Defense playing time. So among my myriad resolutions this January, I decided I would read a minimum of one fiction book a month that I wouldn't have otherwise read.
In January I read City of Bones
by, um, someone not named Rosemary Wells. Hang on, let me check. It's by Martha Wells. Rosemary Wells is author and illustrator of Benjamin & Tulip
, a charming story about two little raccoons that contains this wonderful bit of dialogue: "'Where is the watermelon?' asked Aunt Fern. 'Back a ways,' said Benjamin."
But I digress. I liked City of Bones
, which I borrowed from my brother, even though I think the occasional POV changes are completely unnecessary. The main character is thoroughly likable and the world is beautifully detailed, if oddly bereft of music (really music, I mean, not the music of good writing, which it has in plenty).
In February I read The Cockatrice Boys
by Joan Aiken. Ordinarily I love her writing, but this book just didn't make it. It was too serious to be silly and too silly to be serious, if you see what I mean. And it wasn't consistently edited, frankly. I'll stick to her earlier stuff.
In March I read The Wind in the Willows
, which I'd been meaning to read for around twenty years. It's fully as excellent as everyone says, and I wish I'd read it first as a kid.
Thus launched upon Books I Should Have Read Years Ago, in April I read Kidnapped
by RLStevenson. How, how, how did I live my whole life thus far without reading this book? It's marvelous, it's exciting, it's beautifully written and fascinating!
I tried to keep up the nautical theme by reading Captains Courageous
by Kipling in May, partly to celebrate the (then upcoming, and ultimately disappointing) Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I liked the book, but I must say it dragged a bit despite its short length. It also made me rabid to find and reread Kipling's story "The Maltese Cat," which used to be widely available in the sort of horse story collections that were everywhere when I was growing up. What happened to them?
You know, if I had billions of dollars to waste, I'd start my own little publishing company dedicated to the fine art of the horse story. I'd snag the rights to reprint all those marvelous out-of-print books I read growing up and that are now so hard to find, like Jean Slaughter Doty's books and Monica Dickens', and Sam Savitt's--gosh, those three authors (and Sam Savitt was also an artist, with muscular pencil drawings of horses fighting!) influenced me to a frightening degree. It's probably why I keep having to stop myself from making a horse the main character of my own stories. If Kipling could do it, and that woman who wrote Black Beauty
, why can't I? Because no one wants to read a horse's story anymore, apparently, that's why.
Anyway, I couldn't find "The Maltese Cat" anywhere, and I decided I wasn't quite keeping to the spirit of the resolution by reading dead authors. So in June I read the second Harry Dresden book (by Jim Butcher), because my brother didn't at the time have the first one. It was a lot of fun, although I do think Butcher stops the action/conversation too often to have Harry think about what's going on for paragraphs on end. I went back and read the first one after the second, and then read the third one even though by that point I was getting really fed up with Harry Dresden and his stupid choices that were transparently made only to further the plot. I've got the fourth book here but I haven't started it yet.
In July I read a book I picked up because it sounded interesting, and hit the jackpot. His Majesty's Dragon
by Naomi Novic is one of the best books I've read in years! I devoured it utterly and went out and bought the next two books and devoured them utterly too, and then I loaned them to my brother so he can devour them utterly. We are waiting impatiently for Novic to finish the next book in the series. And that's odd, because when I look back on them, nothing much really happens in the books. There's a skirmish, and then a lot of waiting around doing nothing, and then another battle, and then a lot more nothing much. But it's brilliantly written and I do so love the characters that I just don't care what they do.
Now it's August, and I am belatedly reading my August book, The Golden Compass
by Pullman. Go get your own copy and read it now before the movie comes out. This is a brilliant book (except for the first ten pages, which are astonishingly pedestrian). It's seldom that I read any book at all and think, "People will be reading this one a hundred years from now, and deservedly so," but that's the case with this one.
All these wonderful books, and if I hadn't kept my new year's resolution I probably wouldn't have read any of them!
|Monday, August 20th, 2007|
|Overheard in the airport
I wish I'd been paying more attention--I got these three in only a few minutes of listening to conversations around me when I got back from a quick trip to Tennessee (I drove Mom home and then flew back).
"I have to fly back to London tomorrow."
"I'm going to need another massage, Curtis, after this."
"Well, I have to buy these mints, because I just puked."
It was great to see Mom for a few weeks, and flying is fun!
|Wednesday, July 25th, 2007|
|My car goes 80, but only if I'm screaming
Down at the bottom I also explain the alarm clock bird, if you're patient enough to read that far. But first....
This morning the editor of Staffs & Starships
, where I have a story in the inaugural issue, very kindly sent out a .pdf version to all the authors ahead of the printed copy we're getting later. Of course you should go buy a copy. I checked my email at work, and thought I'd print off a copy of the .pdf for easier reading. My reasoning at the time went like this:
My printer at home is almost out of ink
My boss is not here
I've had an exhausting cruddy day at work
I should print this magazine at work.
Faultless reasoning, but I forgot the most important thing: remember to get the copy off the printer before I leave for the evening.
I get off work at four. It was a little after 4:30 when I got home. I changed out of my work clothes and fed and watered all the aminals, and poured myself a bowl of Count Chocula (yeah) because I didn't feel up to making anything more elaborate. And then I sat down to check my email. "Hmm," I thought, "I wish I had enough ink in my print--OH MY GAWD."
I left the Count Chocula to get all mushy, stuffed my bare feet into sneakers, and grabbed my purse, which I promptly dropped and for some reason all the cards in my wallet went flying even though the wallet was still snapped shut. Weird.
It takes me, Janie Law Abiding Citizen, 35 minutes almost to the second to get to work because I drive the speed limit in my bumper car (more commonly called a Toyota Yaris). This afternoon, in rush hour traffic, it took me 20 minutes.
See, my boss comes in every evening to work until 9 or so and I knew she would be working on payroll tonight and that meant she would be using the printer and when she went to get her stuff, there would be the first issue of Staffs & Starships
, and not only would that be really hard to explain away but it wasn't her freaking copy. She can get her own. So I had to get to work before she returned for the evening.
I made it, and charged into the office and grabbed the papers off the printer. Too much paper--my boss had already printed her payroll stuff off from her home computer, and it took me a frantic moment to separate the two. Then I locked up again and tore out of the parking lot before she pulled in and saw me.
Two minutes later I thought to make sure I had all the pages, and I flipped over the last page and looked at the last sentence. This is what smote my eye: "I aim and"
I DIDN'T HAVE THE LAST PAGE! I HAD TO GO BACK! I figured the printer had run out of paper. I took the next exit, turned around, and flew back up the highway at roughly 20 miles over the speed limit. My boss still wasn't there. I parked across three parking spaces and ran inside again, grabbed a wodge of paper and wrenched open the paper drawer.
It still had paper. There were no idiot lights blinking to show a jam. I flipped through all the papers on the printer to make sure I hadn't missed the last page but it was nowhere to be found. And precious seconds were ticking away.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass door as I locked up behind myself. I looked like a banshee. And I still don't know what happened with that last page, but at least I got the rest of the evidence whisked away with no one the wiser. And now I know my car will do 80, although it probably shouldn't.
So...what is the alarm clock bird? I don't know what kind of bird it is, but it starts singing right outside my bedroom window at precisely 15 till 6 every morning, and it sounds exactly like my alarm clock. No lie. It's also louder than my alarm clock. So I've started getting up 15 minutes early, because the bird makes me, and as a result my mornings are much calmer because I have more time. Which is good, considering how frenzied the rest of my days get.
|Saturday, July 7th, 2007|
I just got home from seeing Weird Al Yankovic live! I saw him a few years ago so when I heard he was coming to Pittsburgh I had to go. I took my brother, who told me he hadn't gone to a concert since I dragged him to see Queensryche in 1991. We went early and walked around trying to find someplace to eat that was open, and ended up at a little pizza place. I got a spinach and feta cheese calzone, because I hadn't had a spinach and feta cheese fix in ages, and then we went to the show, which was of course excellent, and I bought a T-shirt.
My narrative style just gets better and better.
|Monday, July 2nd, 2007|
|Six months of sloth
I made a lot of new year's resolution this year. Now that we're halfway through the year it's time for me to evaluate how I'm doing.
Saturdays were going to be "story Saturdays" where I spent time working on short fiction. Instead, Saturdays have sort of become "play tower defense and then go paint a room of the house." I've painted the kitchen, the bathroom, and one of the bedrooms--which is great--but I've only written two complete stories (plus a flash piece, which doesn't really count). Maybe if I wrote a story about someone who played tower defense even though she found it boring...? Nah.
On the other hand, I sold one of the new pieces. I've kept to my firm resolution to send out at least ten pieces each quarter and make one sale--in fact, I'm ahead of the game considerably, since I've made 24 submissions and three sales so far. Yay! At this rate, in two more years I will be able to buy a laptop from my writing income (which is my goal).
I was going to finish old projects. I did finally finish (mostly) the bathroom--it took forever to get all the old wallpaper off but I did it, and it looks a lot better now. I tried to finish the sweater I started in 2005, but alas, I spun the new yarn a different weight and didn't notice until I'd half-knitted the second sleeve, and it looks awful.... Anyway, I think the sweater is going to remain unfinished.
I haven't finished revising any of my poor neglected finished novels, either, nor have I gotten around to doing much in the way of revamping half-finished novels that show promise. In fact, I've been in a real writing slump the last few months. But I'm getting interested in a few projects, so hopefully I'll get to work on one of them within a week or two.
I've been very faithful with my book-a-month reading schedule. I don't read enough new fiction, so each month I have to read a book that I wouldn't otherwise have read. I've discovered some really great books and new authors, so I'm really glad I've kept with this one. Currently I'm reading His Majesty's Dragon
by Naomi Novik, which I highly recommend!
And I've lost enough weight that I've dropped a few skirt sizes and feel a lot better about myself.
Well, it's not great, but it's better than I did last year.
|Tuesday, June 12th, 2007|
|Looks like the neighbors finally went crazy....
I think one of my neighbors shot someone in the yard. The neighborhood is swarming with cops and I saw a gurney being wheeled up. I saw one arrest and the cops seem to be looking for someone else. And I heard the gunshot earlier and thought it was a big firecracker, the kind that blow people's fingers off!
Gosh. Sweet dreams, everyone--I'm going to continue looking out the windows at the neighborhood drama.
Edit at 11:30: Yes, according to my next-door neighbor, the neighbor two doors up was shot by the neighbor three doors up. He said the shot neighbor, Ed, should be okay, that the bullet grazed his forehead and there was a lot of blood and he was kind of dazed, but not in mortal peril. Cops are everywhere, and I heard one of them call in to get someone with a medical detector "for homicide." I've seen enough Forensic Files to know they're looking for the bullet!
|Friday, June 1st, 2007|
|I'm in ur job, readin ur internetz
Yeah, okay. I just discovered lolcats
last night. Now I'm addicted.
I got hooked via Making Light
, an excellent and entertaining site anyway, and spent most of last evening reading (and writing) lolcat/l33tspeak poetry and then tracking down all the macro cats I could find, and laughing hysterically. The more you read, the funnier it all gets.
It sure made the work day more entertaining today, albeit only to me. Ordinarily I'd be happy anyway because it's Friday, but I stupidly agreed to work tomorrow. Bleah. And my job sucks even if it does pay pretty well, and my boss is crazy and has fired or driven off everyone else in the office. But today I kept captioning everything mentally, which made me much happier. When my boss handed me my paycheck today, of course I thought, "I has a money."
Now what I do wif it?
|Monday, April 30th, 2007|
|Come on, rejections!
I found an awesome writing site last week, Duotrope
, that lets you log in and track your submissions. I love tracking stuff. I entered all my pending submissions and I go to look at them every day. It counts how many days each submission has been out and gives you an average return time as reported by other site users.
Ordinarily it seems that editors bat my stuff back to me by return mail/email (at least that's my perception), but now that I actually want to get a rejection so I can update my submission tracker, I'm getting nothing at all! So I'm frantically working on new stories and overhauling old ones so I can send them out too.
Incidentally, I've sold two stories in the last month. Woohoo! Nothing exciting, but I am getting paid for both ($20 for one and $54 for the other; I've already signed and returned the contracts). So I must be doing something right. :)
|Friday, April 20th, 2007|
|But I knew what I had to do...
I just found this site
and I've just wasted the last ten minutes generating true stories and laughing hysterically. The dog keeps looking at me funny from under his eyebrows.
Here's an example. This really happened to me! No, really!
This is an interesting thing that happened to me on the way to work this morning: while I was on shore leave from the military, I happened to be attacked by a rowdy street gang! And I had just eaten, so it was extra uncomfortable. As you know, there are not a lot of things you can do in this situation, so naturally I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off and proved to everyone that I'm the boss.
Of course, this would have been no problem, if it weren't for the fact that I had run out of crazy pills. Luckily, I was the only one in the room with secret ninja moves from the government and so I was able to settle things once and for all.
And, to make a long story short, that's why the earth isn't flat anymore.
Ooh, ooh--I found another great site! Check out They Fight Crime
. Here's a great example:
He's a world-famous vegetarian messiah on the edge. She's a chain-smoking soap star who dreams of becoming Elvis. They fight crime!
|Wednesday, March 7th, 2007|
|Tired of Tires!
A few years ago, when my truck was new, some asshat kid went up and down the street one night slashing tires. They only got one of mine but some people had all four slashed. No one knew for sure who the kid was, but we had a neighbor a few doors down with a high school aged son who was apparently under suspicion. I knew he hadn't done it--he was a nice kid, kind of shy, who walked his mom's tiny fuzzy white dog on a pink jeweled leash, with a look on his face as though he wished he was in Timbuktu. I walked Jasper past his house the day after the tires were slashed; the guy was in the yard and when he saw me he said suddenly, "I hate tires!"
I do too, because overnight it snowed 2-3 inches and this morning on my way to work I spun out on the highway and slammed into the guard rail, flattening the right rear tire of my truck. (Ironically, that's the same one that got slashed two years ago.)
You know what? Geico rules! I have their roadside assistance, and they towed me over 25 miles without me paying a penny. The people I talked to were all very nice and helpful, too, and called the towtruck for me and basically took care of everything.
As it happened, yesterday afternoon at work I had a minute and looked up Toyota dealerships that did service work in the area, because last month I knocked off my passenger side mirror--ordinarily I'm not such an idiot driver, I swear. I wrote down the name and number intending to give them a call. So when the Geico person asked where I wanted the truck taken, I was able to give them the dealership information. It's weird how these things work. And last night I charged up my cell phone, which I don't usually do during the week.
So anyway, I'm fine and the truck is only a little beat up--I wasn't going very fast and hey, it's a truck. The dealership didn't have any tires in stock that fit my truck, but they've ordered one to match my other tires and in the meantime they put my spare on (and didn't charge me to do that, either). And I got the day off work, and spent the afternoon polishing the synopsis of one of my novels.
I hate tires. Mostly, though, I hate snow and cold and I don't think it's ever going to get warm.
|Tuesday, February 6th, 2007|
|Monday, January 1st, 2007|
|The theme for 2007 is...
..."Finish What You Started."
So this year I will be working on all the half-finished novels I have left gathering dust in the studio when a more exciting idea pops up, and I'll be rescuing all the finished but unrevised novels waiting for their turns to be shorn and rewritten. I will actually put away all the clutter that somehow manages to get piled up on every flat surface. I will sew the curtains I've been planning for months. I will knit the other sleeve of the sweater I started in 2005 and finish it. I will spin all the wool in my fiber stash before I buy more.
And Saturday will become my "story day"--I will take a break from novels and work on a short story during my mandatory one-hour-minimum-per-day writing time. The goal is one new story a month. In 2006 I entered the Writers of the Future contest three times (it's a quarterly contest) and hit the quarter-finals twice. This year I intend to win, by gum. And I will send out 40 submissions this year and make at least 4 sales. (I'm allowing myself some leeway here and counting the sale I technically made in November, but I won't get the check until this spring.)
I'll get in shape this year too and wear cuter clothes. No more slopping around on weekends in jeans and a T-shirt with those tiny holes old T-shirts mysteriously get. Unless I'm working on the house or the yard.
You'll excuse me now, I hope. I have to finish stripping the wallpaper from the bathroom walls, a task I started in May.
|Monday, December 11th, 2006|
|Improving on perfection
I haven't been posting because I haven't been commenting on my friends' journals (although I have been reading them), so it doesn't seem fair to post and expect comments. So I won't feel a bit bad if no one comments on this entry, seriously. I just wanted to explain that I have done the hitherto supposed impossible.
I have improved my pillow.
When I was in high school I remember complaining pretty much constantly to my mom that I hated all the pillows in the house--they were too hard, they were too flat, they were too springy, etc. Mom dug around in the back of a closet and found my Pillow, a big heavy feather pillow, which was old even then and who knows where it came from?, and I have dragged it around ever since wherever I have moved.
My mom thinks it's disgusting, incidentally. She points out that its weight is probably 99% dust mite corpses.
It's getting so old that the fabric started disintegrating a few years ago. I had to darn a new place almost every time I changed the pillowcase, so finally I went out and bought a pillow cover--a nice one, 280 count Egyptian cotton with a zipper. Now my pillow actually looks new, and even I am pleased that I don't have to look at the peculiar purple stain that resulted when my old cat Kitty (who died a decade ago) threw up on it.
That's not the improvement, though. It was a mere aesthetic change. No, the improvement happened when I finally broke down and bought one of the lambskins they sell at Ikea for $20. That was my early Christmas present to myself. I bought it because they look cool, and they're real lambskins with fluffy clean lambswool still on, and for some reason I just wanted one, okay? So I bought one at last. And when I got home, it seemed natural somehow to drape it over my pillow to lie back on while I knitted and watched a movie, and when I went to bed it was so soft and strokable that I kept it over my pillow.
And it's excellent as a pillow enhancer! Yes, it looks sort of like I'm sleeping on a rather nice toiletseat cover, or a Samoyed, but it makes my feather pillow even more fluffy without detracting from its malleability. And when this lambskin gets nasty and matted up (inevitable, in my household), I can give it to the cats to sleep on and get a new one.
|Thursday, August 24th, 2006|
For those of you keeping score at home, the library job fluttered past like a leaf before a storm. They kept lowering the pay I'd get, and asking me to volunteer a little longer.... So I told them no thanks, and felt immediately relieved.
I spent another week or two unemployed and rather happy with that state of affairs, except that I had no money, and then the temp company came through with a high-paying temp-to-hire position only 20 minutes away.
So two weeks ago I started working at a company that sells copiers. It's a pleasant enough place, the local branch of a big national company. The first week I was trained by the girl who was leaving, and like so many people she had no idea how to train someone. If she'd tried to teach me to drive she would have said, "Okay, this is how you start the car. Then, once you're on the interstate, don't forget the speed limit is 65."
That's okay. I've been a temp for many years and I'm very good at picking things up. On the other hand, this job is really involved--not hard, just hugely detail oriented. I took tons of notes and typed them up and I reference them all the time.
The girl who trained me kept saying, "You just don't get flustered, do you? You're so calm." And up until 1pm this afternoon I was calm. I was the perfect secretary. I was so organized I even found myself sickening. Then, at 1pm, things started to go wrong.
My notes failed me. I had made a mistake all unwittingly, and some paperwork I had submitted to our central office was kicked back, and I didn't know what I had done and when I tried to fix it I made it worse, and I asked six people and got six different solutions (at cross purposes), and by 5pm I had sniffled my way through half a box of kleenexes and had a massive headache and a desk full of clutter.
Of course, now that I've had a few calm hours to reflect, and a giant bowl of ice cream, I realize this is not a big deal. Tomorrow morning I'll call the central person who can really answer my questions once and for all, and I'll add to my notes so next time I won't make this mistake. And I'll be unflustered again.
|Monday, July 31st, 2006|
Well, I seem to have the library job. I got the call this morning from Mrs. G, who is damned tight-fisted when it comes to giving information out. I guess a million years of people asking where the Nora Roberts books are have taken their toll. I did manage to chip some info about the job from her and it's all (surprise, surprise) not nearly as nice as it sounded before. I'll be making $7 an hour, no benefits, and working 30-35 hours a week. I start tomorrow, working from 10am to 7pm, half an hour for lunch.
In other words, this is the worst-paying temp job ever.
Oh well, it's close enough to walk to work. I'll give it a shot and see how I like it. If I loathe it, I can go back to temping. In the meantime, I've arranged to drop my extended cable for basic (saves me $21 a month); I talked to the credit union where I have my truck loan and I'm actually six months ahead on my payments, so I've arranged to have my direct debit stopped for the time being (saves me a big $400 a month--I always overpay); and I just saved a bundle by switching to Geico--well, I save $23 a month (and have a better policy to boot). So hopefully I'll be okay with the money.
I just wish I was more excited about this job. I volunteered all last week (and yes, I will actually be getting paid for those hours--the one good thing about all this), and while the job itself is pleasant, Mrs. G gets right up my nose sometimes. She's about a thousand years old and super old fashioned. She makes ordinary old fashioned people seem wildly modern. My first day I quietly asked one of the aides what the dress code was, and the aide told me Mrs. G will make pointed comments if I come in wearing something as shameful as a denim dress.
We'll see how this goes. I don't actually own a denim dress. But now I want to go out and buy one, dammit.
|Wednesday, July 26th, 2006|
|Help me beat up Kristof!
I'm finishing up the final polish of my last book before sending it out. I'm down to one small section where Kristof, the main character, has altogether too easy a time getting from the place where another character decided he was too dangerous to know and kicked him out of the car, to the house where Kristof is going to look for his friend Gabe.
I need to make Kristof even more miserable, because when characters have an easy time of things the story gets dull, but I can't think of anything interesting enough. Help me come up with an interesting event and I'll dedicate the book to you when it's published!
Here's a very quick overview of what's going on, so there's no duplication. The book is a fantasy, and Kristof is a weredeer--a guy who can turn into a deer. He's stuck in a world where unlicensed magic use is illegal, and his only friend in the world, Gabe, has been arrested. The scene in question is near the end.
So far in the book Kristof has been beaten up, arrested, magically experimented on, forced to murder several innocent people, has escaped with Gabe, pretended to be a real deer in a private menagerie, was captured by a zoo, and has just escaped from being tortured. In the scenes after this one he's going to be shot while rescuing Gabe. So what else can I do to him?
Any ideas are very welcome--even something unlikely might lead to something else that'll work. I'm really stuck here and want to finish this, so I appreciate the use of your imagination! Mine's empty.
|Monday, July 17th, 2006|
First of all, I have been meaning to post for almost two weeks now about barbarakelley's book
! I highly recommend it; she's a fantastic writer and I've been thoroughly enjoying the book!
Anyway, I need some advice. Here's the situation. I've been temping at a wretchedly dull position for over six weeks now, and the job ends this Friday. They've semi-offered me a temp-to-hire position in their marketing department. BUT at the same time I've also been semi-offered a position at the local library. I have to make a choice tonight. Let me break down the pros and cons real quick:
Marketing position pluses:
High pay rate
Good benefits, incl. dental and eye
job sounds mildly interesting
Marketing position minuses:
45 minute to 1 hour commute
supervisor is a monster bitch
no real opportunity to advance
I really don't like working here
Library position pluses:
Job is within walking distance
Sounds like work I'd enjoy
possibility of a grant to get my MLIS
Definite possibility of advancement
Library position minuses:
Low pay rate
Hmm, looking at it like that, I think my interest lies with the library job. But the pay at the library job will probably be nearly half of the marketing job. And, of course, neither job is a done deal. Whatever I decide, I may end up temping a while longer anyway. I'd appreciate any thoughts on this dilemma!