So. Job interview this morning. I was pretty trepidatious going in, because I wasn't really sure what the job would entail or whether it would be worth the extra-long commute. But I found a shorter, alternate route that makes the commute a non-issue. And after learning more (such as that it is indeed the technical writer position) and meeting some of the people and getting a glimpse of the work environment... we wants it, precious. Oh yes, we does.

Afterwards I drove around downtown a bit and found yet another totally fabulous little coffee shop in one of the many totally fabulous little urban neighborhoods that I tend to forget are hidden away all over Tulsa. When I find these places I think that I really could be perfectly happy living my entire life in or around Tulsa, if only it wasn't so dismally hard to meet new people (read: guys) here. For the most part, I really do love this town.

Anyway. While there I finished Chapter Six, and got a brief start on Seven. So progress has been made. Hopefully I'll be able to get up early enough tomorrow to work on it before I have to go to an afternoon temp job; otherwise it'll be Sunday before I have time to work on it again. Also on the writing front, and you already know this if you read my LJ (and I'm pretty sure the five of you who read this blog also read my LJ, so I'm being totally redundant), but yesterday I wrote a whole short story. It must have been divinely inspired, because I woke up and it was just sitting there in my brain, basically waiting for me to sit down and take dictation. This afternoon I'm going to type it up and send it to a couple of my beta readers, and once it's all polished up I'll submit it to iHero and hope for the best.

And now I'm going to talk a bit about last night's dream. If you hate reading about people's dreams, then now would be the time to make your exit. The part I really remember is that I was on top of a tall building--the tallest building in the world, in my dream, though I know it was neither the Sears Tower nor those funky towers in Malaysia or wherever. I couldn't tell you where it was, only that it reached astronomical heights, and it had a flat roof with no railing or raised ledges, and I was stuck on top of it. And even though the roof was about the size of a square city block, I was so terrified that I lay flat on my back and refused to move for fear of stumbling off. It's funny. I'm not normally afraid of heights, but in my dream I was paralyzed. So I'm thinking... fear of success? Like I'm subconsciously afraid that I'm going to achieve new heights only to fall flat on my ass? Or is that too obvious? I tend to think that I'm not normally afraid of failure. For one thing I'm pretty used to it. And not to sound too coporate office inspirational poster, but I've always seen failure as a learning and growth experience. But right now I'm on the verge of getting to live my dream, or at least a scaled down version of it, and that is both scary and exhilarating--kind of like visiting the roof of a really tall building. So I guess the message is to not let fear sabotage my success, as I've been known to do in the past. Huh. I guess I'm not really that blasé about failure after all.