A stirring of accomplishment

Have been out the past two days temping at a bank. What a world of corporate vultures and culture! Not only was the office air constantly filled with accented niceties (both sincere and pretentious), I found it hard to concentrate with noisy people walking all over the place, all the time, speaking a jargon I did not comprehend. Despite that inconvenience, I completed my task half a day earlier, which translates to less wages, however.

The book I nibbled on last week? Gobbled it all.

And the final battle for this week - my house! All it took was two days of my absence for a thin layer of fine dust to settle on the floors, newly washed laundry to pile up on my favourite couch, and a cake-high stack of mail needing attention, soon.

I'm thinking of going on a wardrobe-clearing rampage. There's quite a nice style going around this season that I'd like to make space for.

Just then

Since the time I've been told that my articles (first professional ones) have been approved and submitted for publishing, there's been a new found courage in me to write. Writing is something I never presumed that I did well, although some folks around me believed otherwise. I've always tried to avoid writing, whether paid or unpaid. The only writing I do is for the fun of keeping this blog, and even then, I'm probably quite uninteresting with it!

The same afternoon that the client rang me, I happily went out and got myself a new fiction. Three days later, I attempted to compose a few snippets of one of the more acute experiences I had. And a day after that, I found myself boldly applying for a freelance sub-editing position, with a rather miserable-looking resumé in attachment.

There comes a certain release with this change of tide, albeit small. I know my confidence will fluctuate, but I'm taking my chances.