As the world turns..

I'm a disgrace to blogging. There, I said it.

Months have gone past. MONTHS. My previous post was also an apologetic ramble for not having written.

Yes, well, guess what people. Life sucks. You don't get the Trollmamma on tap, unless you happen to be sharing a cafe table with her, in which case you will usually find her at her best and brightest, and with her wit (such as it is) in full flow. As those of you who may have attended the Tel Aviv Creative Writer's cafe event last week would know; during which event, I might add, I was heard by this nice person, and also possibly this one, to murmur words to the effect that "I'm definitely blogging this."

One week on, and no post. Throw me up against a wall and spray me with whipped cream. I am a bad Trollmamma.

Since that evening, much has happened. We had (and I speak here, of the Royal we, and continue with an optional fake "Tchermann" accent, just for the heck of it) zee first interview zis veek.

Ja, ja, ich bin utterly fed up mit der dreck zat gets zrown at me. Unt mein boss is ein aschloch. So I am doing zee sendink of zee résumé arount and abaht.

'Nuff said, am now dropping zee accent. I'm not entirely sure into which dialect it had metamorphosed...

So, it was cool, man. It went very well; I give great interview, I already know this (no arrogance, honestly, I just like meeting people)... until we got to the point where he looked at my projected salary request. And laughed. Like, seriously. Laughed his head off until he was wheezing. He was not a small man, and the wheezing seemed to be a natural progression of mirth, but not, I’m delighted to report, in a frightening way. He then looked at me with tear-filled eyes and said words to the effect of

"Dude. You're kidding. Right?"

Well... no, actually. Well, OK, I'd kind of ramped up the figure to 3K over what the Very Nice Lady in the HR company with whom I consulted, suggested. (Go back and re-read the sentence. It does make sense, honest.) And I would happily have *negotiated* down to said -3K figure. But they were offering me way below what I was already getting at The Grind. Which is a bit WTF, really.

Thing is, I don't even know what I’m looking for. I'd love -- LOVE -- to go part-time. To do something "kavua" that would pay the bills and also leave me extra time. You know, so I could spend some more quality formative time with the Trolls; I worry that they aren't being corrupted enough by Cartoon Network, and and are in serious need of some quality Trollmamma time. Just me and them. I could write other stuff -- yes, here, but also the short stories I want to write, and the TV drama series, and my pet translation project, and the novel, and the other stuff... For money, I mean, none of this freebie blogging nonsense. Well, also the freebie blogging nonsense, who the hell am I kidding?

Just some time. I just don't have any goddamn time. ('Scuse I. Allahdamn time.)

Anyway, I'll keep y'all posted. Heck, I may even start updating here regularly. Now wouldn't that be something?

PS Has anyone else noticed that the stupid bloody spellcheck in Blogger doesn't fucken work? Gah.