Getting Somewhere

Just as I thought, this week has been pretty busy. I had to write a couple of articles this week and then do some edits on one of them. Sometimes it takes me a while to write these articles, so I'm glad I don't have the stress of a day job piled on top of everything. Last night I saw the band Stars in concert. Actually, when they played here last November, it was the first concert the boyfriend and I went to together. It was also the first time we'd hung out alone. Of course this was months before any inkling of dating presented itself. Last night I saw them again with the boyfriend, so I guess everything has come full-circle now. This weekend I might go to as many as three more shows. After Sunday, I think concerts will temporarily die down.

The weather has surprisingly been fairly nice. Almost hot. I remember at the beginning of October last year, there were some warm days. I guess my biggest accomplishment for the week is my brand new website! It's official, I finally have my own freelance website. I've been talking for months about creating one and now it's here. Of course, it's still a work in progress and I need to add more clips, but so far I think it looks pretty good. My friend was nice enough to design it for me. I uploaded all the content myself. I don't know if I'll have much success with the site, but it's a great way to promote myself as a writer and send a link of it to potential editors instead of attaching a lot of clips to an email. I think in the past couple of weeks, I've become more hardcore about this writing thing. I usually go back and forth about pursing it, but in the past week, I've felt good about it. I just need to keep the momentum up and keep getting decently paid gigs. I don't want to disappear from publications. I need to set some goals for myself and keep thinking of pitches. I also just need to really take the time and do a good job. I'm slowly transitioning into my role as editor of My Open Bar which will officially begin in another week or so. I'm really nervous about the gig because there's so much to learn and everything. I've already had to join tons of Facebook groups--groups that I normally wouldn't join--so I can find out about events. Yeah, events are going to be life soon. I just hope I can do a good job. I have big shoes to fill.

It looks like I might be going to Vermont in a couple of weeks, too. We haven't got the plane tixs yet, so I'll be more excited once I know it's official. I hope we get to go because I've always wanted to go to New England, especially during the fall. I still think it's bit random to say I'm going to Vermont, though. Who goes to VT? It should be an entry in Stuff White People Like. On another not, my bank, Wamu, was taken over this week. That sucks. I guess I'll have to get new checks and a new bank card. Thanks a lot mortgage crisis.

Lately, I've been engrossed in season one of The Sopranos. I've only seen sporadic episodes here and there, so it's nice to finally see how it all started. Watching tv shows and movies is innocuous for me. It calms me down and helps me sleep. I'm not sure what I'm doing this weekend. There's a potential concert tomorrow night and party. Saturday night is My Bloody Valentine in concert, but as of now, I don't have a ticket. I'd really like to go but I don't want to pay a lot for a tix. We'll see. Sunday night I'm covering the Hot Chip show. I probably won't go to another concert until the following weekend.

Overall, I feel okay about things, but I'm also bracing myself for the worst. I worry constantly about things not working out the way I want them to. I worry I won't be able to do this writing and editing thing for a living. I worry I'll have to go back to temping or get a more permanent job that I'll hate. I worry about the boyfriend going to Austin in a couple of weeks without me. I worry about him one day resenting me. I worry about not having enough money, especially for necessary things. I worry about the fact I don't have health insurance but need to go to the dentist. I worry about what's going to happen when more of my friends move away. I should be happy that I'm writing everyday and getting paid for most of it and that I'm in a healthy relationship for once but worries still float around me. At the same time, I feel I deserve to be happy and have success and have things work out my way because I haven't quit at anything yet and I believe if you keep trying, good things will happen. At least that's what I'm counting on.