I have all but given up on finding a job since I keep getting passed up by more qualified people. I know I can do a great job; I just must suck at convincing others that I can. So while still applying for jobs halfheartedly, I decided to put more effort into what I love and need to get done; which is book 2. I have been working on mapping out all 7 books and finally figured out where I want to be at the end of the series. I even figured out what the ultimate weapon will be that the Prince must protect. I’ve figured out the role each character will play and why. I’ve kept my science guy up late into the wee hours of the morning planning and discussing new technologies and worm holes. I have mapped a couple galaxies, and found all seven of my planets.
Needless to say I am psyched now to finish hacking out book 2. It is all coming together nicely. I’ve found my way back. Screw the job hunting, it can wait! After all, I have an entire universe that is beaconing to me. I’m back in Jason’s world and I feel at home and at peace. I want to stay here forever. I’ve missed my friends here and they have missed me.
The quiet soothing rhythm of writing was shattered by a phone call. I almost didn’t answer. My hand paused as Dragula played out. Sometimes I get caught up in my ringtone. Caught up in the song, I forget the phone is ringing until it is too late and I miss the call. This time I picked it up at the last minute and began a journey that I have yet to see how difficult the climb shall be.
The temp agency I have been working with has found me a job. (Oh no). I just need to pass a background check and I can start the next day. (Maybe I can just say no, but all those student loans…) The war inside my head between logic and creativity battles on. My mouth makes the decision as I hear the words “great I can do that” slip from my lips. (How will I be able to write now?) I need the money and there really is no choice but take the job; however, my heart feels sudden panic as my fantasy world slips into a shadow.
Momentarily ripped from the alien world, I work on figuring out how to do it all. My plan starts to form: I can work during the day; come home do all the home stuff. Then instead of sleeping, I can write at night. I can get by on less sleep, can’t I? I could also spend my weekends with my alien friends mostly undisturbed. This could work out after all. While the plan is forming in my head, I look to my alien world; I can see Jason and Tiffany standing in the shadows agreeing that I can do all this. In fact, they are saying I need to do all this. They want their story told and now that I have returned they won’t let me go so easily. Jason and Tiffany have a lot more to say and do before they let me go.
The door of my imagination stands ajar; I can glimpse at the things unfolding in the world I so desperately want to stay in. I’m excited to have found my way back, excited to be back on the journey of writing. A little thing like a job will not derail my creativity. I can do this… I will do this…
~Nikki