I have a job.

It’s not like the clouds parted and a beam of light shone from the heavens.
It was on Craigslist, and it was something that looked interesting.

So I applied.
And they called me.
And I interviewed.
And I can start soon.

Then I realize: the heavens did open.

As soon as everything’s official, I’ll feel I can write more.
And that’s the thing: I’m allowed to write more about work.
Because writing is my work.

Sorry folks, I know you’re sick of the vagueness and nauseating poetry.

Things are picking up.