She finally succumbed.

I mean, I'm the one currently unemployed and have four hours every morning to just sit and bang on the keyboard. I'm over 6000 words. In two days. 0_0

Checking my very short buddy list, I feel sorry that I'm doing so well this early on. This un-named story is flowing pretty easily. Funny, I found titles for the fictional books my fictional writer has written, but I can't think of anything clever for the story he's in.

Ah well. Fifteen minutes before I have to go pick up the kiddo. Another quiet day. I really should finish cleaning up the kitchen.

T minus one hour and ten minutes to my next interview. T minus 30-10 minutes for my ride to get here. Skipper's great for this, especially since he's not working either.

I'm so sick of interviews. I want a bloody JOB already! Watch, just watch. I've commited to NaNoWriMo, signed up yesterday. (Bloodsong for anyone interested in stalking me, I'll be adding a few people to my stalk list this afternoon) So, on November 2, I'll get a call from someone saying "Hey, would you like a job?" and it'll be really busy and permanent and will inculde health benefits and I won't have time to write and my idea is perculating nicely, heck, I even got names yesterday afternoon talking to Mwin (Thanks Mwin!) and then I won't have time to write because Wolf will be on the computer working on HIS project which is actually GOING somewhere and looking good and could mean real money when he gets it finished and I won't have time to write.

Did I mention I won't have time to write?

That's the best case scenario. Really. I'll hand write my Nano if I have to. *envisions the hand cramps* But I really, really want to get back to work. We're ok, but barely. Money's tight and we're not saving up for our move like we wanted to. As it is, we're looking at an extra six months, barring Queenie getting $13/hour again and not spending it like we have been. Time to be GOOD. And you know what that means? Queenie has to be good off the pill for another 3 months. No trying to get preggers this winter. If my hormones don't drive me crazy first.

Oh, can't forget the papers for Skipper.

I was going to go into a rant about how much work it can be prepping for interviews, but I've suddenly run out of steam. Maybe it's the gum. It's taking all my focus to chew. Yeah. That's it. As long as the neko-chans don't try to jump on my lap or shred my hose, we're good.

Did I mention how much I hate hose? No? Well, I do. A lot. But it's too cold to go bare-legged and I don't wear pants to interviews. Read somewhere that skirts make a better impression. Then again, that was El Goonish Shivae, but I'm sure he checked his stats. Besides, I've seen it plastered on every wall of every temp agency I've ever been in. "Interview Dress" Gah. I have two decent skirts, three suit skirts and a mini I really should pluck up the courage and wear to an office sometime. It's not as short as some of the skirts I've seen chickys parading around in at an office, but I won't go into the thoughts I had about them. It's not nice. Or, rather, it's nice, but probably not fit for public consumption. Because Queenie has a dirty mind. Yep, yep, yep.

Ok, question to all of you out there doing this this year. I have a general idea of what it is and it sounds like fun. Since I'm still jobless *cries* and have tons of free time on my hands...

Where do I go, what exactly do I do and how long does it run? Oh yes, and do you have to use a brand new story or can you..."fill in" something you've already started?