I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Friday, December 31, 2010

The Year of WTF

Just to recap, last year I saw my job prospects brighten, finished my first novel and got a pinched nerve as a going away present, had the bank take my job away, increased my freelance design work by an order of magnitude, relearned how to find a job, worked for the US Census as a midline manager, had my full novel critiqued, found a full time job that pays better than my old job (base salary, before OT), started retraining for a new career (and kept an A average), lost any free-time I had to edit the first novel, basically worked my little nubbies off, and have been dazed and confused ever since, lost and gained 30 pounds, been so tired I can barely see straight.

If we call it a year, will it go away.

Hopefully the new year will treat us all better.

3 comments:

Shawn Powers said...

A friggen men.

Anonymous said...

Happy New Year! I hope it brings you much writing success.

Steve Buchheit said...

Shawn, at least from reading the blogs of my friends, last year was a fairly exciting one, including yours. Hopefully those issues won't carry over into the new year.

Christine, thanks. And the same back to you.