I apologize for the lack of posts lately, I’ve been so caught up in trying to get a job that I haven’t much felt like doing anything else except lie around and wonder why I couldn’t get a job. Anyway, now I’ve got a job so I guess instead of lying around I’ll go work there. The job is that I will be employed by an architecture and design firm (conveniently located just west of the Las Vegas Strip, behind the Bellagio and barely a hop-skip-and-jump from the Rio, ahem…) in an administrative position. True, I came to Las Vegas with the thought in mind that I would resurrect my PR career and get into something snazzy at one of the major hotel/casino chains…but true also that my PR career wouldn’t leave much room for my writing career and it’s your best guess which means more to me.

Speaking of my writing career, though, I’ve had a sort of epiphany about this whole impasse that’s had me basically hating the alphabet for about a year and a half now. And that epiphany is that I was a better writer when I didn’t allow the politics of the publishing industry to plague me. So now it’s my geniune plan to say fuck whatever’s going on in the publishing industry and just get back to writing because it’s what I really, really love to do. That said, I have hopped back into revising the book of mine that I most adore and now do truly remember all the reasons I’ve always enjoyed being a writer. So what if I can’t think of what genre it belongs to–I will let my agent worry about that when the time comes to shop it. So what if it contains themes and elements that have been squeezed to the brink of dry, brittle death in today’s contemporary women’s market–I will let whoever decides to publish it worry about that when the time comes to market it. And until then…won’t concern myself about anything except what’s actually going on in the story.

You may or may not be pleased to find out that what’s not going on in the story is the lengthy repertoire of a single girl who hates her life and is desperate to find out what would make her feel satisfied. No, LIB (not the actual title but the title’s monogram) is the story of an idyllic vacation in which a group of friends garner the wisdom to make life-changing decisions from observing each other and sharing their secrets.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!