which is difficult for me. in some ways it is more distressing for me to be around people I would like to be closer to than to be around people I don't care quite as much for, because I always reach a certain point where I find myself up against the wall of my own reticence and urge to reclusiveness. it was easier for me to make friends when I lived with lisagail because she did lots of the social work while I just sort of hung around and slowly became closer to the people we were hanging out with. when the burden is entirely on me, I panic. when I panic, I withdraw behind a facade of easygoing carelessness, or what I imagine comes off that way.
at least I have friends here. if not for them I'm not sure I'd stay, although I do think that my literary career, such as it might ever become, is more likely to go somewhere vaguely remunerative if I stay here.
so for the time being, this is where I am.
tomorrow I meet with Lyn to strategize on how to get my autobiography out there. it is not finished exactly but is lying around in bits and pieces all over the place and I'd like to know whether I should send out some of those pieces or if I should pull it all together into a manuscript and especially whether there would be any chance of getting an advance on it so that I could spend more time pulling it together and less time worrying about how to pay the rent.
I also need to look for writing/editing gigs. and teach myself Ruby in the meantime so that I can say I "know" it, in case the writing/editing gigs don't turn up and I must fall back on my geek skillz.
I also need to make some phone calls. =80