Wow, I am really not very good at this blogging stuff. I think about it approximately once a week and actually do it once a month or once every six months. I really don't think I have much to say, especially about myself. Does anyone cruising the internet really care how things are going in my part of the world? Probably not.

By this time, about half of my queries have ended in rejection. I queried a few more agents. I have one full and one partial out, and I spend inordinate amounts of time checking my email and wondering why no one is answering. About the time the silence gets to me, I get a rejection, so then I'm left wondering which is worse. I went through yesterday and marked some of my queries rejected as no response on my list just because I needed to weed it out. If good things are still to come from any of those agents, it doesn't take much to erase the big "x" over their names.

If you've read my previous posts, you know that last year I found a job I absolutely loved, but it was only on a substitute basis. This year, they hired someone to fill that spot. Someone who wasn't me. I'm glad for the woman who got it, she needs a job as much as I do, and she loves it there as much as I do. So far there hasn't been much of a call for me to substitute, but I have an interview on Thursday for another position. This is the fourth or fifth interview I've been on in the last month and I have to say I really do need a job.

Between the rejections and silences in the employment and publishing field, I have been feeling a bit down in the dumps lately. Still, I am hoping for the best. Eventually, it will all come together just as the Lord has planned and I will be employed and published again and will forget about this icky few months when I couldn't help but wonder what in the world is wrong with me.

I forced myself to go to bed on Sunday night with a better frame of mind, and I forced myself to start the week off on a better note. I am not going to whine about not having a job, I am going to wake every morning fully expecting good things. Believe me, I love staying home. I've never not loved being at home instead of work, but the money situation bothers me. We do have bills to pay, after all. So, I am just going to say if I am to remain unemployed, God will make a way for the bills to be paid, and if I'm going to work, then He will make a way for me to have a job.

I am believing, believing, believing He is going to open the doors for me and my writing. I am believing, believing, believing that He works everything out in His perfect time and His perfect way.

So, I'll just wait, and I'll try to cut down on my whining, worrying, and wondering why no one likes me. :)

Actually someone does like me -- my grandson who just turned a year old, thinks I'm the greatest thing ever (next to his mom, dad, papa, dogs and that Elmo birthday cake.)