There is now officially only 30 minutes left in the workday: did I mention that I’ve had a rather productive day here, doing stuff that needs to be done, and now that it’s done, I have some moments to kill before I move onto something new? No? Well, I have.

rain.rain.rain in the city.streets

I have cursed us. Ever since having picked up a great new pair of blades last week, the weather has been anything but cooperative. In fact, I had planned (originally, before waking up this morning, and perhaps even before going to bed last night) to bring the skates to work this morning and use them to scoot around to my various obligations this evening, including but not limited to a cub meeting. Alas, with the quantity of water that has fallen from the sky in the last twelve hours — and even the last week — I should have been better advised to bring a canoe to transport myself about the city. We’re all but flooding here, and the sun has been hiding behind a bog of grey clouds for dishearteningly too long. I am not impressed.

free.lance.free

I have been pondering the notion — over the last couple of days — of doing some freelance writing work. (See the entry a couple days ago…) It’s not that I’ve had any offers, or even that I would know where to start looking for that kind of employment, but the idea really appeals to me. After spending a couple lunch breaks perusing the “writer’s market” manuals at the local Chapters, I have come to the conclusion that apart from some legwork, breaking into the industry might be an achievable goal in the next couple of years. I mean, I don’t expect to be able to support myself from this quite yet, but I figure the fact I’ve been writing so much lately — and in the past, though not quite as publicly — that I might be able to wing it as a semi-quasi-professional someday. Nothing too short term.. but look me up in a couple years, and maybe I’ll have something more to report.