Just another mellow day at the ranch…I could get used to not having a day job except for the apparent need for money. And the innate need for structured activity. Well, and the desire to commune with similarly engaged folks on a consistent basis. Still, I am making use of the time and the $$ haven't dried up quite yet. I'm hoping to at least get some kind of retail job to keep the cash flow going, but even those have been hard to come by. With Boeing apparently ready to lay off a bunch more people, I don't expect that to change anytime soon, either. I may have inadvertantly launched a freelance life by default. We'll see what shakes out with the irons I still have in the fire.

One good thing that has come from all of this, though, is finally finding the time and drive to take writing seriously. I may not ever be able to make a living from words alone, but I've at least reached the point where I write them anyway. It's still difficult to let go of needing to do it perfectly the first time, but there's a little voice now that says, "If shitty first drafts are good enough for Anne Lamott, then they're good enough for you. Go write some already." I hope that voice decides to stick around for a while.