One of my favorite things about first drafts - mine, anyway - is that the ending is almost never the same as the actual ending of the finished story. I usually start with a fairly nebulous ending in mind, work toward it, and somewhere along the way a much better ending occurs to me. Don't carve your ending in stone yet! There may be a better one sitting in the back of your brain waiting for you to think of it!
So, this is one of my mixed bags. Last week, a recruitment agent came to see HR about filling a position for the English department. She was busy so we wound up talking and I admitted I was going to be out of a job in a few weeks. We got along pretty well and he offered to help me find work. I thought "Why not?" and sent him my CV the next day. On Monday he replied to me and said, "Since you've grown up around special needs, have you thought about being a teaching assistant?" I told him that I never considered it due to not having a degree, but said that if he thought I'd have a chance of getting work I'd be all for it. That same day as I was on my way home, his colleague called in with enthusiasm by the bucket. He arranged for me to come in to process a profile for the agency to help me get work. That was yesterday. The good news is that the enthusiasm only seemed to mount as we spoke. But to quote my boyfriend, I wished the job interviews went so well.
I have slept 7.5 hours. After 29.10.2018 I have mainly slept less than 6 hours a night. Few times I have slept 6.5 hours. This is the first time in almost 5 months I slept as much as I need. I'm not as foggy as I have been. I can think.
Wedding Anniversary today. Could have done anything; instead we did what we wanted: Went to Red Robin for a nacho, burgers, fries, and a shake. Took a walk Picked up big bags of fresh oil-popped regular and caramel popcorn at Target. Watched Marvel's The Avengers on 4K HD on our 65" LG OLED. It was glorious.
Happy that @Iain Aschendale finally won the short story competition for February. It's been a long time baking that medal. Well done!
I know this isn't happy, but the opposite turned out to be true. My wife and I will never be able to have children again.
Sorry to hear that. I slepts amazingly, woke up early and in a great mood that has persisted throughout the morning. Worked on my story, brewed some excellent coffee, and played the absolute heck out of some video games. Now let's see if my good cheer survives contact with the working day.
Thanks, gents. Have to thank @Alan Aspie as well for reminding me that its a joyful moment, not something terrible. Still need that beer, but for a toast, not to calm the nerves. Spoiler: Yup, not the nerves at all
I am watching a recording of a livestream between YouTube lawyer Nick Rikieta and Vic's attorney. Not only is Ty is epic, but he's stated that studios are going to get sued as well as at least two individuals. Considering what I've mentioned before about my feelings about the matter (short story: my conscience wouldn't let me look some of the boys I work with in the eye and support this stuff) I'm thrilled that, even if in a roundabout way, this is going down.
Yup, now is the good part. Just wait until it's a year old, screaming at three in the morning like a stuck banshee because it's somehow conjured an amount of feces larger than it's own total volume and managed to turn it's entire crib into some verdant, writhing mass. I'm just joking, kids are amazing. I'm not really joking, but it's pretty awesome regardless.
"Its like having a dog, with 90% of the fun taken out, thrown up on and flung across the table. The benefits are amazing though, who doesn't like eye bags and grey hair? Grey hair is sexy on a man. Good on you, dad." - Friend with five kids, Yu the wise. I'm sure through all the (sometimes literal) shit, it'll have its moments. I'm sure. Positive. Yup. Not one doubt whatsoever. [Screaming internally]
Oh you know the kid is gonna have some funny baby t-shirts. I'll have some made at this local place that does it - just for the laughs. That's a Danish beer on the moon..CT...you're a legend.
We all know you're a legend, so it was only a matter of time before you found out. Glad to be the one to tell ya.
Don't forget the ones for mum! Spoiler Drawing attention to her growing belly, stretch marks, new fat deposits, altered complexion, swollen feet, etc. are a great way to let her know you support her in her pregnancy and will in no way negatively impact her self-esteem or worsen the growing alienation she may feel from her own changing body.