Surprise! The December installment of Nevermore News is coming to you early. Ok, maybe not to your inbox. More like I’m writing it early instead of at the N-th hour. What the hell? Yeah, I know, It’s super weird for me too, but sometimes, even a blind squirrel finds a nut, and all I gotta say is it’s a damned good thing they weren’t in my baked goods. I’ve got an aversion to non-homogenous chunks in things, and nuts freak me out.
Don’t even get me started on raisins. Biting into one of those is just cruel and unusual punishment.
Speaking of which, December was a shit show. Those lights I was tangled in? Probably should’ve plugged them in prior to decorating. Lesson learned. (Yeah, that’s a lie. I’ll forget and pack away the blown strand to punk myself with next year.) My muse? No longer missing. Him and the one that bailed on me have been posting selfies from Cabo using my allegedly-lost-in-transit-we’re-investigating-your-claim iPhone.
‘Wish you were here’ my ass.
Whatever, they’re probably doing me a favor. Those background things I was alluding to last month? They dropped with a serious boom and shook up the Nevermore household big time.
Guys, I got a job.
Like, a for real, in the publishing industry, paying one. No lie.
Yep, I’m, like, official… or something.
Now, I know what you’re thinking, and believe it or not, I didn’t even attempt to be all adult-y when I applied. This was for two very important reasons. The first being that many moons ago, in my pre-raven existence, I actually worked in corporate.
Cue the horror.
Plastic subservience isn’t my thing, and no way was I going back to that, but this seemed like a pretty sweet gig. That, and these guys already knew me from a couple courses I’d taken with them.
Hah. So much for first impressions. I mean, let’s be honest, after being exposed to my unfiltered opinion and general commentary for the past two years, there’s was no putting that genie back into the bottle.
Yep. Enter reason number two: I couldn’t fudge it, even if I’d wanted to.
And honestly, it was more liberating that I’d expected. Listing sarcasm as one of my skills along with my knowledge of Adobe’s design suite was pretty rad. Now, don’t get it twisted – I had all of the qualifications they were looking for, and experience to back it up, but I’m betting a bunch of other applicants did too.
So what did it come down to? Well, yeah, I asked. Their answer?
Like, a literal feeling.
Huh. That’s so freaking weird, because I’ve heard the same thing about a bazillion times from agents and publishers when submitting my manuscript…