Sunday is the last night for 2009 NaNoWriMo, and I've utterly failed. I only wrote about 8,500 words this month: between wedding shenanigans and work it just didn't happen.
We've both been monumentally cranky and out-of-sorts lately: job stresses are pushing us both to the limit of patience. He has a better chance of finding something else (that will pay equal to what he gets now) so I'm hopeful on that front. I, however, am finding NOTHING to apply for anywhere: ONE in North Carolina that sounded interesting, except it's still in the same industry I'd like to exit as soon as possible. Whether we move away or stay in MN, I have to find something I enjoy doing that will at least make enough to live on, and so far that's proven impossible. Argh.
A cosmic nudge to stop blogging and get back to writing? Perhaps...I need something to get my mind off the show on Sunday anyway, since (as usual) I barely know the choreography.
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