Dear Diary . . . day by day

Mail is welcome: gryffyn@there.net

Previous | Next
List of Entries for this Month
Journal Index | Current Entry
Home

Tuesday, October 16th, 2001 - Employed!

I knew there was a good reason to wait to write a journal entry. I have very good news, which you may have guessed already from the journal title. I got the Sierra Club Job!

Thank the goddess!

Oh, oh, oh! Oh, did I ever neeeeed a job, any job, and I thank my lucky stars that it's one that I actually WANT! I'm going to be typing up outing brochures for the Sierra Club. Not sure exactly what all the job will consist of, but I'll probably be doing mostly grunt work - typing, cleaning up grammar, fixing html code for the web versions. Perhaps they'll let me punch up tired copy, that would be fun. But, like I said last week, it's something that I believe in and they are people that I already like. That's so important.

The bad news (which I knew all along, just didn't tell you all here) is that it's part time and temporary. But, by temporary I mean 3 to 5 months, which is about how long I stay interested in a job anyway. I just hope the job market is better when I'm looking this hard again.

I may get another job as a barista or something to help. Or I could give freelancing another go. And there's always the convention job, which I'm still not sure how I'll like. We'll see. For now, I do the dance of happy employedness!


It occurs to me that I should give a brief rundown of the weekend. Saturday Tim and I went up to Berkeley to help Marissa celebrate sending out her latest novel. Avi, David, Mary Anne, Timprov and Mark were there, too. Tim and I didn't stay long, but stopped at Cafe Caperia (and I know I spelled that wrong) to write on the way home. That's when i wrote my little surreal piece, which needs work, but you know, I wrote! Then home, where we had faux chicken burgers and I got all dolled up to go see the Old 97's at the Fillmore. Teddy picked us up in his incredibly sleek silver Eclipse, making me realize a) how long it's been since I've ridden in a sexy car and b) how much I like said cars. We drove around for too long, finally finding parking a block from the venue. The Fillmore is lovely, all dark and chandaleiry and velvety inside. I kept finding the free apple bin and bringing juicy treats to the boys. The show was good, but I just can't stand in my boots for that long and still have blisters. Sigh.

Sunday Tim and I met Mary Anne for an all-too-brief tea. I love meeting writers in tea bars and coffee houses, and I would've loved to have talked longer. Tim noticed Mullholland Drive playing across the street, so we caught a show after tea. David Lynch is just cool. Damn, it was a good movie. When we picked up Susan from the airport later that night, Tim was trying to tell her I was "making the novice Lynch mistake of trying to make sense out of the movie", which ruffled my feathers. I was trying to find some symbolic sense of the movie; I wasn't trying to match up characters or linear plot lines or anything like that. Humph.

Hee.

Anyway, I think I'm going to call Tim at A Certain Magazine (coughLocuscough) and give him my good news. Hope you're all having days as good as mine has started!

Exercise log:

Walked over the hill, down to the movie store and back yesterday with Susan. I am going to try and do this sort of thing more frequently, as I'm horrified at the loss of all my conditioning from last year. Sigh.


Writing log:

Wrote a first, very rough draft of a surreal piece set in a world that I used to imagine before I went to sleep when I was a kid.

Check out my new Bibliography page.


Current Publications:

In the Shade of You a poem at Speculon.

San Francisco City Guide at EGrad.com. Written by me, edited by someone else.


I'm currently reading:

Dreams Underfoot by Charles deLint

The Anubis Gates by Tim Powers

If There Were Wolves a poetry chapbook by Tim Pratt

The Strange Adventures of Rangergirl by Tim Pratt
Okay, so I'm just reading the very rough first draft of the chapters fresh off the 'puter, but damn, it's already good!


My PO Box is:

Heather Shaw
P.O. Box 13222
Berkeley, CA 94712-4222

Previous | Next
List of Entries for this Month | Journal Index | Current Entry
Home