i used to be a blogger...

but damn, it's been more than a month! Time flies when you get a job, I guess. That's where I've been, and what a (seemingly) long, strange trip it's been, really. My first non-art job in, oh, fifteen years. So it's been rather up and down emotionally, I must say. Up 'cause I can pay my rent; down because, well, I couldn't find a job in my field. Talk about feeling rejected every time I think about it. I mean, the 7% black city I live in is opening a Museum of the African Diaspora and I can't get a dang job??? (alright; I did do some freelance work for them a couple years ago, but that ain't a career.) My advice to any aspiring young things out there—don't go independent. Get the PhD, or whatever the degree du jour is. I wouldn't have done it any other way, but it's too, too hard, at least in this field. I give. Uncle.

Overall, though, I'm hanging in there, and finally seeing my way clear to, I dunno, maybe doing my own work for a change. That was the lesson of freelancing—yeah, you set your own schedule but you're always hustling to find work so the last thing you have time for is your own thing. So many life lessons this year, so much happened on every level, personally and globally. When I'm commuting an hour each day or sitting overdressed at the office I wonder, did I really spend 3 months in Taos earlier this year, as a writer? How long ago that seems. A lifetime ago.