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Commitment

First off, I hope everyone had a lovely Mother’s Day.

I had a lazy weekend for the most part. I did housework, but I also¬†worked on world-building for a series I’m trying to kick off the ground. It’s going to be cool and I can hardly wait to hear what others think about it because oh the hopes I have! It’s amazing what a little excitement means to my overall feelings of optimism. I’m not the optimistic type, in case you didn’t know. I prefer grim, stark reality to wishing and hoping for the best. Reality is me thinking this thing is going to tank hard and I’ll be wearing the imprint of hitting the ground on my face forever.

We’ll see. Right now I’m too caffeine deprived to muster up much enthusiasm for anything but sleep.

But that isn’t even the purpose of today’s post. Nope, today is about commitment. Something I think I might have a little trouble with. You see, I realized today marks seven years I’ve been at my present Evil Day Job. It’s the seventh anniversary of the day I walked through the doors and sat at a desk, not my official date because I started as a temp. Sure, things have changed since that day. I’ve been promoted to a position that has convinced several coworkers that I’m a spy. Which I’m totally not. I don’t have time for that sneaky bullshit. I’m a busy person, y’all.

Yet the more I sit here thinking about my job and the fact that this is the only company I’ve worked at for longer than six years…yeah, I’m feeling the urge to move on. Is it the seven-year itch? Or just a misplaced belief that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence? However, just because there’s an urge doesn’t mean I’m going to follow it. That’s where being a “responsible adult” comes into play.

I can’t just pick up and quit my job. I have responsibilities. I want to buy a house, become debt free, put money away for an early retirement. By the way, is 40 too young to retire? I don’t have a chance in hell of retiring that soon, but it’s a dream of mine. Retired at 45! How awesome would that be? I could write full-time, go to conferences…*sigh* Okay, so sometimes I find myself hoping and dreaming of things that’ll never happen. I’m a writer. Go figure.

Anyway, seven years. SEVEN YEARS. Working for one company. I shudder and I try to forget about it. It’s a job, not a lifetime commitment, right? I can leave anytime I want. Right? *whimper* Okay, so it’s probably a good thing I’m not married. I like my freedom a little too much to be tied up that way. Unless Gerard Butler finally decides he’s going to stop being stubborn and see Cajun is the way to go. Then we’ll see.

Meh, that’s enough rambling. I need more coffee.

Happy Monday y’all

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Where In The World Is Danica Avet?

It doesn’t have quite the same ring as Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego? does it?

Ah well, I’ll have my own theme song soon enough. As for where I’ve been…have you ever had weeks when the world seems determined to test your sanity? I’ve had about two months of that. As a result, my blog has suffered, my writing has suffered and I’m almost positive I have more gray hair.

I’m trying to get things back on track with group blogs, the personal blog and most importantly my writing. I’m now working 7 days a week. The regular evil day job Monday through Friday and writing on the weekends. If only I could explain the sheer mind-numbness that happens when I get home on a weekday…about all I can do in the evenings is change clothes and flop on the sofa.

But the weekends. Ah, the weekends are mine. I have planz people. Planz that must be completed before I can put my big plan of taking over the world into place.

So that’s where Danica is. Plotting everything other than her next book because she much prefers pantsing. And working at a job that doesn’t appreciate her genius. But I will be bringing you some smexy men and music and laughs. Once I dig my way out of paperwork and headaches.

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