So, onto a bit of an update. You may remember me posting a couple of weeks ago about my struggles in finding employment. Well, I've had a few interviews here and there and some near misses. Went up for a 9-5 office job and was one of 10 selected for interview out of 167 applicants who took a preliminary test, but it went to someone else: close but no cigar. However, I'm now pleased to say that I've got a job as a care worker in a centre for adults with learning disabilities. Only part-time, but honestly, that suits me better; once the childcare costs were factored in with the full-time gig, it wouldn't have been a lot of difference. And I'll still get time to write during the day. I've got to wait for the disclosure check to come back to say I'm OK to work there, but I'm relieved to have something sorted out!
Next, WIP progress. I'm still on track to finish my first draft by the end of June (at 58K words now and aiming for 80K). I'd started getting up at 4am to write on days I had interviews, and thought I'd better get in the habit of it in case I had to work full-time, but thankfully this won't be the case! I'd also like to thank everyone who offered to be a CP for this project. I just hope it'll make sense... I've been pantsing this story for a long time, which has been exhilarating although sometimes frustrating, and it's just pure adrenalin pushing me towards the end now. I've been trying to come up with solutions to plot holes in between times and drawing a blank, and it's only when sitting down bashing the keys that they come to me. Anyone else experience this?
And finally, onto the reflective portion of this post. When I was being turned down for jobs, it reminded me of the last time I was being rejected a year ago when I was querying my first job. I wish I'd been involved in this blogosphere then, because I wouldn't have felt so bad about the rejections, and I know for sure I would have met some amazing people who might have shown me where the book was going wrong. However, even I knew that most people don't make it on their first book, and I thought I could do better, so I moved on.
I'm sure that many people have a perception of writers as a terribly depressive, angst-ridden bunch, and I do feel like that some of the time, but on the whole, writing has taught me to see the upside of any situation. I mean, think about it: if we really sat down to consider the odds against ever making a decent living out of this, we wouldn't get up in the morning, and a straitjacket and padded white cell would probably be in order.
If the alternative is gibbering insanity, then we have no choice but to keep going, and every 100 words written or blog post announcing that someone has secured an agent is a victory to be celebrated. And this can extend to other areas of life as well. I tried to stay as positive as possible during my job search, and I think it paid off.
Do you think writing promotes positivity?