Reading....

I don't have a lot to say these days. Trying to write poetry sometimes....I don't have the focus to write anything else. It's not that poetry doesn't require focus; it's just that it's easy to focus on coming up with a line, image, or just a word choice than it is writing a story. I just finished a draft of one that I think might have potential, I plan to send it to a journal as soon as I have time to go over it some more. Revision is key.

There's something that just appeals to me about using as few words as possible to say something. Guess it's a sort of autism.

Reading a lot of books. 1Q84, which I can't say I really *like* but find it easy to get into even if I'm not that engaged by it. Never read Murakami before, and I feel like I'm not getting all of it. I still hope to finish it even though I'm only about 70 pages in and it's due in a couple of weeks.

Have a couple of lighter things to read and some non-fiction. Gotta prioritize by library due date.

Hoping to hear about a job. I can say that I thought I had one of my better interviews, but a lot of the time it comes down to someone else being better. Allegedly there was only one other person up for it, but it was through a temp agency so they might be dealing with other agencies.

We have one property that doesn't seem to be selling, and another that needs to be prepared for sale that we have trouble finding the time and energy to fix up so I'm afraid we are stuck here. I had hopes that we could leave the state next year, now it's not looking so good. This is how people get stuck here.

This has been a very bad year. We lost someone very close to us and we are still dealing with the emotional and other fallout from that. I don't think you ever get over it.

Stuff just hasn't worked out the way I had wanted it to. I am not where I wanted to be at this stage in my life. Just not happy.