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It's amazing what a job interview will do for you. Sitting down and having two professionals in the industry loving your work and taking you seriously can be a nice shot in the arm. Suddenly, I feel like I should be getting more work. Suddenly, I feel confident in my ability to design. I wish I felt like this all the time.

So, I go in on Thursday for the HR interview. I'll see my prospective new boss then, as well.

In the meantime, a friend of mine was just on jury duty and befriended a man who was there with him and who turned out to be the President and Publisher of Large Publishing Conglomerate That You've Heard Of. My friend talked me up and the Pres&Pub gave him his card and asked him to have me contact him. I sent him a link to my website this morning.

Funny how this shit happens.

And yet, still, I am uneasy about this (as I always am about change) and wonder what it would mean to my writing self. I bought more notebooks this week, with the vague idea of filling them up with the projects I want to work on (book, tv show, movie). And yet, I'm not getting anywhere on any of those multifarious projects and don't feel I have the space in my head to really delve into anything creative as much as I want to. As much as I really, really want to.

I really, really, really want to.

But family first. More money would be fantastic. If I got and took this job at the salary I requested that would mean that my yearly take-home pay will have doubled in two years.

Still: these are eggs. No chickens have hatched. I am not counting them. Carry on.