It's my blog and I'll write about whateva I wan' if I wan'.
I set my alarm to a reasonable hour so I can wake my culo up and start getting some real work done on an Acorn story I'm writing. Cross your fingers for me, darlings, that it blossoms into something long-term! I used to write for them -- 3 summers intern/freelancing. This time it'd be for real, full time and bennies. Naturally, it sounds just like something I'd want to do. I'm already familiar with how things work and admire the team, and I'd have a lot to learn with their weekly goings on, but I can snap up a new routine easily. Had to do it every time I changed schools as a kid, for one, then moving off to Spain, of course. I like it, though. And I'd like how every day you get to research/write about a new topic. I get bored to tears if I'm stuck in a lather-rinse-repeat type job where I have no sense of self fulfillment or possibility to express myself creatively. That's my bread n' buttah.
Also, starting to get some stuff together for an Elvenstar newsletter. This excites me greatly. I always love throwing together newsletters -- when I was a kid, I put together a newsletter called "Meg's GWTW Mania!" and it was about Trivia/fact/info/polls/etc about Gone With the Wind. Yes, I was a very odd child, but I'm sure no one's shocked about that fact. In the end, my self-started newsletter than could got up to over 100, maybe up to even 200 members. Not half bad for 1998 when the internet was shoddy and finding those kinds of people wasn't as easy. I am relentlessly determined to find what I want, though, when I want it. I suppose that's what fueled the fire in my loins to pursue a journalism career? I've had some bumps along the way, first from going to Spain and then not finding many people hiring, then there's the on/off again nature of writing for Phelps, and Patch is freelance, so I do what I need ta do on that front. It would be awesome, though, to have a FULL time job with ***choirs of angels sing*** benefits!
I don't care about the money as much, because what am I gonna spend it on? Oh that's right -- that pesky cars, insurance, clothes (eek!), and *DRUMROLL* moving out of the parents abode! Not that I'm in a rush, but I enjoy my space. I like making my space the way I like it. After living on my own for 5 years and then regressing back to living at home, it's a buzzkill. Fear not, though, I shall emerge victorious in one form or another, if I have to resort to retail employment, insurance sales....ok, maybe not. *Dry Heaves*
What really takes the cake for burning through dollar bills like a lighter being hit with hairspray is riding horses. UGh....I've had it up to here, I tell ya. Needless to say, I'm po' fo' sho'. I have a mind to take a chunk of cardboard and I'd put "JOURNALIST WILL WRITE FOR FOOD" and I'll just hang out with it on the roadside.
Life's pretty good, though. Just anxious about job stuff, as ever, and trying to make the best of the stuff I already have to work on. The lease I have with Opus is ending next week and I'm going to lease Jim's horse, Lincoln, until he sells. As for the past lease horses I've ridden, my track record is they sell about 4-5 months after I start riding them, but who knows what will happen. I'm just excited to have the opportunity to ride what seems to be a fabulous up and coming hunter. Such a slow, round jump, and I love that he's totally unflappable. He's gonna make a very fancy hunter. I'm already jealous of his future owner. Now I'm just grateful Jim's letting me ride/train the 5 y/o imported warmblood. Those European ones, man, they get the job done. I now understand "workhorse" because that's what they ship in from Europe!
Henley riding Lincoln a few months ago -- check out that ROUND jump on him. You can't tell in the pic, but he's also very slow in the air, and rather high over the top of the jump. Makes for some nice photo op's.
Aaaanyway...it has now reached (Merciful Mary *signs the cross*) 4:50 a.m. Time to say Hail Mary's...those also put me to sleep.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen (repeat 10 x and I'll be face planted in my drool-covered pillow).
Buonna notte, tutti!
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