NULC, Mirror Writing, And Job-Hunting

1. I got into the NULC! For those who haven't heard me rant about it yet, it's the National Undergraduate Literature Conference. I submitted three works, and one of my essays made it in, so I'll be heading down the first weekend in April and read my work in front of, well, anyone who attends the conference and decides that they want to hear one of the essays in my session. I am obscenely excited. I went once two years ago (when one of my fiction pieces got accepted) and it was an absolute blast. This time I'm going to have some more, so I'll be able to get some of that steampunk jewelry that I fell in love with two years ago. Not the same pieces, but the same style, I hope.

2. I've got an appointment set up for my knee. I know, I know, I was going to wait until I go home, but although February (the worst month for the pain) is over, it's still not pleasant. I have an appointment set up for Wednesday, which hopefully will get me into an MRI soon. Preferably this week.

3. My mirror is currently being used as a "drawing board" of a story that I'm plunking out. I'm still in the pre-write stages, the part where I determine who the characters are and what the story is and why this story actually matters. It's an intensive process, significantly helped by what I'm learning in my Superheroes in American Literature class, which is teaching me why literature matters, and what makes a book something important.

4. I'm job-hunting. I don't think I want to go back to the job I've been working. It's time for a change, to take on a new job that will help me grow. And also not give me a severe anxiety-inducing working atmosphere (didn't realize that it did that until I realized that I have social anxiety. Go figure). The job I thought I was going to might not work out, and I'd like to find another one like it, a nice 9-5 M-F job that pays well and lets me swim in the pool and somewhere near the library so I can walk to the library on my lunch break....ugh, someone just hire me at the library, okay? Please? Then my life will be complete.