Firefly fans are invited to hear that in Nathan Fillion’s voice: here’s how it is.
Two weeks ago I got an email which spelled the end of my current day job. I’ve been there about four times longer than anywhere else I’ve worked as an adult, and I’m not in mourning about it. I’m excited. Day jobs are a hard slog when you spend more time making less money doing the thing you live to do, and it’s been a weight on my chest for a while now.
However–oh, however–I don’t make enough at this gig to fully fund the fabulous life to which the kid and I are accustomed…you know, the life we lead with all the electricity. And groceries.
Then the kid and I came down with a nasty flu, fever the first three or four days, exhaustion, aches, barking cough, the whole nine. You want to know what I only budget for because I’m supposed to, but hardly ever spend money on? Health. Thank god for budget lines I previously ruled ridiculous.
I’ve spent the last two weeks furiously writing short things, a series of short things, that I’ll be publishing in the next week or two on Amazon, available to borrow for KU subscribers, available to buy for non-KU subscribers, though the pricing scheme will be higher than my normal stuff. I’ll put it all out as collections eventually, and when my income is stable, I’ll move it all out to other vendors. This is a how-to-get-by-for-now plan, and it’s generating loads of new words, so I’ll go with it. For now.