I’m about to go back on the job search. The year is 12 days old; I have been out of work for just under a month and I’m already fed up.
Writing – it’s slow going, but I’ve got a stack of poems. I’ve rebooted my iPod (finally found the charger to wake the thing up) and located another 20* ideas in there. I have a near-terrifying number of ideas between phone, iPod, computer screen, and several notebooks.
OK, your three words for the week are: