Yet more non-job-having whinging/thinking out loud about the future:

I set up a Guru profile a little while ago, and when I go to search for jobs in my category, it tells me that I can't bid because my profile doesn't match. So screw you, Guru.

*ahem*

I got up and looked at the help wanteds first thing, as I do every Sunday these days, and the pickings made me want to cry. The whole reason I went back to school was to not have to be a secretary, but right now that's about all that's available to me. That, or call center customer service rep, and those don't pay enough to make my commute worthwhile. There were a couple of social service jobs that I'm qualified for, but those are low pay and on call and I know that if I get into social work I can kiss any hopes of a writing career goodbye because I won't have any time or energy left to write.

This week, I've got a short story ready to submit to an online 'zine (I just need to give it one more quick proofread and then it's ready to go), and my adoption article is due this Thursday. If both of these pay off, they're going to give me some really good credits for my resume. Hopefully in turn that'll help me get more freelance work. I'm giving serious thought to backing off on the job search and just trying to freelance full time, but I think I should see how these two projects work out before I start counting any chickens. But hell, I might as well, with the way the job market is right now. I've still got six months before I have to start making student loan payments, and by then my novel ought to be finished and ready to market. And maybe in six months I'll be able to build up enough momentum to be working pretty regularly in the freelance market.

I guess what I'm basically saying is, screw it. Screw looking for a job to support my writing, and just be a frickin' writer.

Wow. That's like a huge load off and a whole new batch of pressure all at once. Um, yay?