I had a fun little vacation in the Ozarks, so I spent a lot of time in the sun and in the water. But I got some bad news when I came back to reality. Part of being in the corporate world is the fact that you're an insignificant little tiny cog in the great big machine, so you don't really matter to the powers-that-be.
Let's just say that I hope that I don't end up living in a van down by the river.
So this month, obviously I'm insecure about my job. Which, in turn, makes me insecure about money. And of course, that includes being able to put food on the table and keep the roof over our heads.
Since I am also my own publisher, I rely on what little I sock away in a separate bank account to pay for stuff like...copies of my paperback book to sell, artwork for covers, editing, formatting, etc. It ain't cheap. So with my job security in jeopardy, I'm not sure where that will leave my publishing venture. I think I have maybe $50 left in that account.
|And I HATE government cheese|
This will be a very tough few weeks as I continue to grind it out with my job, do my best to prove my worth. And hopefully be able to weather the storm. Yet, I have to make sure I've got Plan B in the works, which is time consuming too.
That leaves very little time for writing. I was up until almost 3 AM over the weekend, trying to push my latest WIP towards the finish line. I hope to get it done before all this crap hits the fan.
Yup, my middle name is INSECURE for sure.
Have a wonderful 4th of July, my fellow Americans.