Re-Entering the Workforce 101

So starting Tuesday, I shall be gainfully employed. This is going to sound dorky to most of you and OMFG amazing to a few, but I'm going to be working in a sewing machine store. An AWESOME sewing machine store. I spent more than an hour playing with one on Friday, and IT SEWS SIDEWAYS. IT SEWS ON A DIAGONAL. I WANT ONE!

No, this will not eat into writing or knitting time. However, I may have to take up sewing again at some point. I haven't really done it since we moved into an apartment too small and cluttered to really spread out any fabric. Now that we're in a house, though....

On the plus side, the toys at work are too expensive to randomly bring one home. Mmm, toys. Waaaaant....

Anyone got a thousand dollars spare I can have?

Potential Booty?

Arr, it be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, mateys. That mean I be havin' a job interview as bonny as a bottle o' rum fresh from Barbados. What be a pirate to do?

Arr. A conundrum this be.

Because, of course, there's a recession on.

So I've lost my mind and quit my day job, in approximately that order. Actually, the losing of the mind in the form of a very nasty panic attack (something I've never before experienced) triggered the quitting of the job. I figure that a company can have my time, my devotion, and my loyalty. My sanity and health, however, are for writing and writing alone.

I'm within five pages of finishing the rough draft of a novelette I started two frigging years ago. This makes me happy. So does the prospect of getting a part-time job in a bookstore. So does the prospect of moving along with THotE, which is my Great and Monstrous Series of Fantasy and Intrigue. I'm freaking out a little over the loss of income, because I'll be lucky to get half of what I'm earning now. However, like I said, it's not worth my me.

I'm leaving a good company. If things settle down here and they're amenable to the idea, there's always a chance I'll be back at some point in future. (Sweet Elvis, please don't let it come to that.)

So, yes. This is me setting forth once more upon the path of Writer. As in, properly. Besides, after a while, 100-hour weeks get really, really old.