After a week dealing with the hell that is “on call,” my work has not yet ended.
Tomorrow I spend most of the day working on a project that begins at 8 a.m. and ends when it ends.
Oh, then there are the chores and the errands and the tasks. . .and most importantly, The Kids.
And there’s the writing and reading and eating and. . .
Well, you get the point.
I’m ready to move on now. I’m ready to find another job—one preferably married to relocation—where I can work my 8-5 and spend the more important time getting Dreamdarkers out the door, getting started on the first volume of End of the Warm Season, and getting a clear focus on living rather than surviving.
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