Baby Steps

So I've been here one week shy of two months, and I'm finally getting busy.  For the first time, I actually have work that I can put off in favor of other, less productive things.   And that's a nice feeling.  I'm doing a little writing, a little web design, and maybe -- if a deal goes through -- some video work as well.  I'm getting less scared when people ask me for rates, and slightly less worried about the money we spend on dairy products.  I placed my first essay last week, a piece about Finlay actually -- and that will be published about a month from now in the Newfoundland Quarterly. 

Yes, my first paid writing in a year is an essay about my dog.

I've also been writing more frequently on that other blog I mentioned last time.  There's no easy way to import those post 'cross platforms, so for more mutterings you can check it out or subscribe to the rss feed from the comfort of here.

Emily just left today for a conference in New Jersey, so it's just me and the hound till Sunday.  I'm hoping to keep the house reasonably decent to avoid the standard kitchen full of dishes 'cause emily's gone.  All data suggests that when I'm living alone, I take alarmingly little notice of pretty basic stuff -- like eating regularly, or cleaning up the potatoe peelings on the kitchen counter, or, in the case of this summer, the fact that I was yurt-mates with an increasingly bold mouse for about a month.   I'd like to hope that if I'd been living solo all this time I would have gotten fed up with squalor -- but I can't honestly be sure.  Case in point -- something in my office smells really bad, and it has for about 2 weeks now.  I'm still not sure what it is, but I might get around to exploring the issue one of these days.

Until then,
m.a.c