Son of the Job Goblin

January 14

So, anybody want a job?

My estimable co-worker, journaliciously known as kest, is moving to New York on what seems to be a great grand adventure (not unlike the way I randomly moved from North Carolina to Santa Cruz, I think, though she's running against the sun rather than with it). And, thus, there's an opening at A Certain Magazine for her job. I'd love to see someone wonderful hired in a timely fashion, since when she goes her duties will get divided up amongst us, and I'll be on the phone-answering detail again. (No!) It's a clerical-ish position, with some graphical/layout stuff thrown into the mix (experience with Pagemaker and Photoshop and Quickbooks is good). Driver's license definitely required, as there's lots of driving-around involved. Send résumés and a letter about how much you love science fiction to locus@locusmag.com. And you've gotta love SF, because it's not a high-paying job, you get me? I also know they're not looking for short-timers (I say "they" because I have nothing to do with the hiring process), so if you're looking for a few month's work and then a wander, kindly look elsewhere.

And, because someone asked me -- no, I can't give you a ride to the office every day if you don't have a car, sorry. And it's not really mass-transitable, because it's up in the Oakland hills and buses are sporadic. But anyway. Want to work for a magazine? Here's your chance.

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Still haven't written a line. I'm not blocked, exactly, just don't have anything I passionately want to work on -- except maybe my next book, but I'm not quite ready to make a commitment like that yet. In the meantime, I'm reading (finished The Fallen, started Piccirilli's The Night Class, and still reading Summerland). We're watching Buffy DVDs a lot. I'm playing Tetris a good bit (still haven't gotten a higher score than 178,000, though, which sucks -- my old record in college was 180,000!). Time is sliding away. I feel all wintry and slow.

Got my contract for "Down with the Lizards and the Bees" from Realms, whoo, and will send it back tomorrow. Still have some Star*Line stuff to do (poets want their contributor's copies, reasonably enough), a novel to crit, a collab to finish (that's the one thing I rather want to get done this week) and a couple of reviews to write. Nothing too stressful, though. I have more free time than I'm used to just now. I've intentionally curbed my tendency to take on bazillions of projects, because I was feeling overwhelmed, but I think I got used to working in hyperdrive. These recent nights, drinking beer, watching TV... they're strange, and oddly not altogether pleasant. I have the nagging feeling I should be doing more...

Anyway. Listen at me bitch. I'd kick if you hung me with a silk rope.

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